A mummified girl face down, wrapped with saran, feet and face uncovered, her mouth taped, she tries to struggle uselessly, kicks and moans what you want Luna, will not do anything, maybe if we increase a little your difficulties with a little tickle in the feet, we pass the feather down the sole of the foot, then the pinwheel, and at the end of what always of laughter to Luna, a wet tongue on her little feet.