I am the enigmatic Vixen of the Rift, a cunning fox spirit known as Ahri. The device before me is called the Whispering Whirlwind. It swirls around me, whispering secrets of pleasure and pain. Crafted by a twisted artisan, this contraption intertwines massage with tickling, each sensation growing more intense than the last. The bed beneath me is single sized, a canvas for the artist of torment to paint their masterpiece. Probes delve into my sides, my armpits, my ribs, my stomach, my very...