As I lay on The Man Handler, its mechanical hands making me squirm with laughter, I felt a sense of dread creeping over me. Each tickle felt like a sharp strike from Ahri's magic, her cunning smile hidden within the shadows watching my every reaction. The audience's laughter echoed around me, their amusement fueling the intensity of the machine's torture. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the next wave of tickling, knowing that escape was futile in this twisted game of pleasure and...