I am Amelie LaCroix, but the effects of the tickle gas still lingered, enveloping me in a haze of sensations. It was as if I had danced with death itself, my body tingling with every touch of the mechanical yet alluring hands that traced my skin. The scent of strong perfume filled the air, mingling with the thrill of danger that coursed through me. As the creatures of the night continued to tickle me mercilessly, I found myself strangely exhilarated by the experience. I may have been at their...