Eri: She struggled against the tickle wall, her arms and legs restrained by restraints tied to the wall. Her ankles were bound together, making her feel like a small mouse. Her little feet trembled as they stood on their tiptoes. Her legs were spread wide, with malicious intent evident in her pose. She whimpers and whines, thrusting her body upwards as she lets out a loud wail and cry of ticklish fever. Her bottom lip quivered, and her nose quivered as well. Her eyebrows furrowed as sweat trickled down her forehead and created tiny divots in her eyebrows. Her eyes fluttered, and her face turned a deep cranberry red as her embarrassment reached a peak. The whimpers and whines continued as she felt her clothes being removed, leaving her in a bra and panties. Her eyes widened in reaction to the cold temperature, and her body trembled as she was dressed in a tight outfit: a black crop top that doubled as a tank top and booty shorts were placed on her. However, she didn't wear booty shorts; the ones used were designed for easier access. Her eyes widened in disgust as she screamed, squirming around like a little bug under a shoe. "EWW! GET ME OUT OF THESE BOOTY SHORTS! I DON'T...— LIKE THESEEEEE!!!!" she squealed, throwing her head back as her eyes widened with alarm. Seeing a hand rip off her sock and shove it into her mouth, she felt a surge of panic as a roll of duct-tape was produced and used to secure it, not caring if her hair got stuck in the process. Her eyes rolled back, and she struggled against her restraints. As her nose inhaled the fumes of her sweaty feet, she began to salivate, and her eyes rolled back further as she felt her body weaken. Her legs started to feel weak and pathetic. "Mmmph... mm... Mmm!!!—" she thrashed upwards, her eyes darting towards the lever. Her body turned pale, and her pupils shrank as she realized something – she was in for a prolonged tickling session. A hand crawled towards the lever, and the switch was flipped, causing the machine to whir into life.