But can you imagine KNOWING you'll be gang tickled, but not knowing when?

Three other lers just hang around, smiling, and you're blindfolded with no idea when they'll jump in? Or maybe they'll all just coo praises and teases into your ears while you're being lightly caressed.

A TV is mounted above you, and a camera is looking at your bare feet. You know what's coming; you're about to watch as your soles get tickled.

When you're all helpless , the TV turns on. You don't see your feet, instead you see a screenshot of one of your tumblr RTs, about how you viciously want your ribs tickled.

And then your ribs get the hell tickled out of them.

After a while the screenshot changes, and it's a post about how you just want someone to hold their hand over your mouth and tickle your body while you're unable to say or do anything.

And then a hand clamps over your lips hard and your armpit is attacked.

The screen changes, and it's a gif of someone's soles being raked; up and down--something you RT'd with the tags #i-need-it, and #when-will-it-be-me.

And you feel the fingertips start to stroke along your stocked feet. Up and down in the same motion, the same pace, in perfect sync with the gif hanging above your head.

The screen shifts again, to another RT of yours, talking about how you want someone to use your tumblr feed against you in a session.

And your tickler leans in to your ear, whispering while their hand tickles all over your stomach, sides, and armpits.

"There you gooo"

while you're helplessly laughing your brains out and have to just

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.