Martina's Ticklish Sit-Down

Description: Martina started out composed, back straight, legs stretched out, feet forward like she thought she had control over the situation. she didn’t. she wasn’t just ticklish; she was losing herself, piece by piece, giggle by giggle. the martina that walked in? she wasn’t here anymore. just a squirming, helpless, ticklish mess, and the only thing she had left was laughter she couldn’t stop. not now. not anytime soon.