Bramble thinks she’s ready for a kinky party, but when she walks into the studio, it’s clear she’s in over her head. The walls are lined with strange devices—tools she’s never seen before, each one more intimidating than the last. Luckily, Fiddler is there to guide her… hands-on. With a smirk, he introduces her to every wicked contraption, savoring her nervous curiosity. But when they reach the wooden cross, Bramble’s confidence wavers. "Show me how it works?" she asks, biting her lip. Fiddler doesn’t hesitate—ropes coil around her wrists, binding her firmly in place while she’s left squirming in nothing but her lace underwear. Then, the real lesson begins. Fingers dance up her sides, teasing the delicate skin of her ribs. Bramble jerks against the restraints, laughter bubbling out uncontrollably. "N-no! That tickles too much!" she gasps, but Fiddler only grins, zeroing in on her sensitive armpits. Every light scrape sends her into fits, her body writhing as pleasure and torment blur together. She’s insanely ticklish—every touch ignites fresh giggles, her face flushing as Fiddler explores just how far her helplessness goes. Will she beg for mercy… or secretly crave more?