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“You’ll never get me to talk!”

It's shivering, it's breath hitching and fluttery inhales, it's begging interrupted by moaning and whining which is interrupted again by begging.

And despite that: it still undeniably tickles

Complete with the occasional laugh, twisting the mouth from the panicked and aroused horror into a creeping involuntary smile for a second, before the laughter starts coming out as desperate worked up sobs mixed with frantic giggles coming through a gaping un-smile.

Our colleagues make chit-chat around you in the middle of the room. It’s a black tie affair.

You’re on full display, wearing nothing, of course. Everyone surrounds you, their drinks in hand, admiring this installation.

Restrained beautifully with nowhere to go, the guests explore your exposed body at their leisure. Gentle strokes, pokes, and nail scribbles. They whisper amongst themselves, voices barely audible to you. Feathers, brushes, and other tools begin to join the mix.

Your laughter mingles with the growing chatter, filling the room like spirits pouring in crystal glasses. Every inch of your immobile body is explored by hungrily curious hands.

You are the entertainment for tonight.