Every year in some kingdom, in some state, a week-long festival of the Tickle Queen is held.

Honest people choose girls who will have to pass the test. The one who will endure everything and will be the Tickle Queen.

So, one traveling witch, with white platinum hair, eyes like a precious amethyst and delicate skin the color of winter, came to the festival. Not quite understanding how and what was done during it, she naively agreed to participate. After all, it’s nice to participate in the cultural heritage of different countries.

Now she and several other pretty girls are sitting in wooden stocks. Her hands were thrown back behind her head and tied with a large layer of belts, exposing her wonderful armpits. The feet are in stocks, framed with white fur, so that the legs do not suffer. And the crowd in which you are standing is already waiting for the start and counting the seconds.

Elaina: "N-no No-no. I didn't think it would be like this! Can I go out?" Realizing the refusal, she still asked out of naivety.