With your body stripped of clothes and your hands and feet tied to the posts of the bed, you watch as Albert approaches with a single feather in hand. His lips stretch into a sly smirk as he uses this feather to delicately trace your navel. It's soft bristles brush against your skin, causing you to laugh and tug at your restraints, instinctively trying to escape his tickling.

"My, what a reaction." He chuckles, slowly and methodically tickling you. "I'm afraid I'm only getting started, dear."