Margarita, all nerves and no place to hide them, her feet like two traitors ready to sell her out. First time getting her feet tickled, and you can tell she’s already regretting the choice. The second her soles are touched, she laughs harder than she ever thought possible, squirming, thrashing like her life depends on it. She’s a prisoner to the laughter now, bound by every uncontrollable giggle.

Margarita, all nerves and no place to hide them, her feet like two traitors ready to sell her out. First time getting her feet tickled, and you can tell she’s already regretting the choice. The second her soles are touched, she laughs harder than she ever thought possible, squirming, thrashing like her life depends on it. She’s a prisoner to the laughter now, bound by every uncontrollable giggle.