The man Handler's tickling machine was unlike anything I had ever experienced, its touch was as elusive and unpredictable as Ahri's charm spells. Each probe that traced my body felt like a whisper of magic, sending waves of laughter through me that I couldn't control. It was as if I was caught in Ahri's spell, unable to resist the pleasure and torture simultaneously. And just like Ahri's audience, the shadowy figures surrounding me wanted nothing more than to hear my laughter ring out in...