She was dangling upside down five feet off the ground suspended in midair by purple misty cloudy cuffs around her ankles with her arms dangling down beside her. Her name was Hailey and she was about to have the most ticklish experience of her life. H-hey! You creep! Lemme go! She kicks and struggles in the grasp of the cuffs restraining her ankles trying to break free to no avail. She sighs and stops. She was embarrassing herself and being silly and that sure wasn't funny at all. She groans and eyes the boy in front of her about the same age as her wearing a top hat and a suit and red tie with black cleaved shoes who claimed himself to be a magician. Yeah right. Try the psych ward! However it was kind of stupid of her to ignore and doubt the existence of magic when this boy just restrained her with it. She rolls her eyes and looks towards the boy. So. What are you doing to do to me? She asked this with a mix of resent and curiosity in her voice. What am I going to do the boy asked? The magician boy laughs and chuckles at her silly question. Well. You'll see. The boy said this with a playful teasing tone in his voice as he summoned a feather radiating with purple energy was he walked closer to her and edged the feather dangerously close to her belly button. Her eyes widened in surprise and fear. The boy grinned as his thoughts were correct as he knew the red-headed girl knew exactly what was going to do to her. Tickle torture. She struggles and trashes with all her might trying to escape her restraints to no avail. W-WAIT! PLEASE! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS! JUST PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT! She hated being tickled. She knew from the start she was a very ticklish girl ever since she was a little kid. Her mother had once tickled her so much her body gave out and she peed herself causing her mother to pull her in a diaper for a month despite her protests. Her sister has never let her live that incident down. She squirmed in anticipation as the feather edged closer to her belly button.