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…"Ahaha… our next lovely set belongs to the ever lovely X'uanina, though for the sake of our brains, she can simply be referred to as Nina~"
"Her feet come in as the largest of all the gals, an astounding, slender size 15~" That explains Karma's infatuation with them, her eyes unable to tear away from them as her words become slightly distracted. "She's also the tallest at 7'3", over a foot taller than the second tallest girl myself and, as you can tell by the lovely pink shade of these beautiful feet, she's not human."
She leans in close, starting to gently place small kisses along the lengths of her soles– which, considering their size, takes quite a while to lovingly smooch each soft, silky area. "Nina here is an alien, who *smooch* woke up one day in the middle of a forest on Earth, plagued by amnesia with little *smooch* understanding of where she was or how she got there. She only had her name to go by. Her only *smooch* friend was a lone woman living in a cabin, who found Nina, lost and wandering, and invited the otherworldly-no-backstory gal to live with her in the forest."
"Hell, her amnesia's so bad… *smooch* …even Hazard doesn't know where she came from~ I think he's just lazy."
"This odd forest is the home to a few other supernatural and abnormal characters, whom Nina has either befriended or avoided over the years, depending on if they're nice or not. We'll meet them later, of course~" Smiling, she pulls her mouth away from the magnificent soles.
"For now, let's get to know Nina in the way we all read this showcase for in the first place; what makes her tick? Or tickle, in this case~"
With a smirk, Karma cracks her knuckles menacingly. "What Nina can't stand, is purely, simply, tickling itself… she's more of a virgin to it than Mica is, and Mica's not even ticklish~!" She digs her nails in without even a slight ease up, her sharp, black nails raking up and down her large soles at a rapid pace. They cringe violently and spasm wildly, but her nails never lose contact with the soft, silky flesh.
"Her feet are incredibly sensitive. Out of this world, so to speak~! Add that together with their size, and you've got a tickle-fetishist's dream!"
Her nails are absolutely ruthless, clawing up and down the soft, pink soles at a pace that one could barely keep track of with their eyes. They scribble and scratch, scrape and rake, and everything in between, scouring every inch of the desperately flailing feet. Taking notice of how they spasm particularly harshly on Nina's long, silky arches, Karma starts to focus her efforts here specifically, driving the soles before her into a whole new level of ticklish shock.
"Coochie coo, Nina… As lovely as this is, I don't think she's suffered quite as much as the girls before her. We simply can't have her getting off easy with just my fingers alone…" Her fingers pull away, and she rummages around in her pockets with a smirk. "Or… maybe my fingers are just what she needs~"
Karma pulls from her pockets a pair of long, black latex gloves, which she slides onto each hand snugly, the new accessory forming perfectly to her fingers and forearms. But that wasn't the interesting part of the gloves; embedded in every single fingertip was a sharp, long, pure metal fingernail. Nothing cheaply made, as they were sturdily part of the material.
Wiggling her fingers in midair to make a show of it as they glint menacingly in the light, she wastes no further time, diving her new 'manicure' into Nina's soles to get her unheard opinion on them. The sharp, cold metal rakes viciously up and down her poor arches, the tickling so intense that it renders her feet a trembling, shivering wreck. So awful is the sudden digging in that it forces the girl immobile with shock, unable to process what's slamming into her senses a million times per second with each wicked clawing of metal.
"Aww… she's even holding herself still for me. Isn't that sweet of her~?"
Even as the minutes pass, since Nina's mind is never given a chance to catch up to the suddenness of it all and process the sensations, she still cannot force herself to move. The sensations absolutely wrack her through the entirety of her nervous system, stemming from her poor arches, leaving her simply shuddering in place even though she wants SO badly to writhe like a worm.
The claws are brutally uncaring, even as the deepness with which they dig into her arches leaves behind tortured, red streaks in their wake.
"Nina's such an innocent, sweet alien… which is why I'm going to spend my time waiting for the next part by absolutely wrecking her~ We'll see you then!"
"Now… how deep a shade of red can pink soles go…?"
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