At the end of A Ticklish Cross to Bare I inform Ziva that the next scene will be focused on her feet. “Not the feet” she pleads and “Oh yes the feet” I promise. Sure enough she is locked into stocks with her soft soles facing towards you as she is tormented with brushes, fingers, lube, and other tools. Her hands are unbound and she bounces up and down on the table trying to escape the torment of her soft feet.