Azalea's feet, virgin territory in the tickle game, were like a live wire, twitching with the promise of laughter. The moment lotion kissed her soles, her nervous giggles broke loose. But when the real tickling started, she was taken over by laugh-filled madness. Azalea was hunting for an adrenaline rush, but what she found was a tickle hell that laughed right back at her.