[II] The Mad Racer's Fungeon. (Pixiv Fanbox)

Vanellope let out a high-pitched scream. "Please! No! Don't!" she begged, her voice shaking with fear. But the tentacle ignored her plea, and before she knew it, it was tracing the feather across her bare toes, her soles the side of her foot, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As she noticed the hairbrush moving close to her vulnerable sole, Vanellope's breathing became more shallow, the panic threatening to consume her. She tried to move, but the chains held her firmly in place. Tears streamed down her face as the feather traced lazy lines across her skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Vanellope's sobs turned into screams as the purple hairbrush was dragged along her left sole, tickling her fiercely. The feeling was unbearable, and she struggled to keep her balance on the crate. "Please, stop! I'll do anything!" she begged, but the tentacles just continued their teasing. Her hairbrush was dragged over the sole of her foot again and again, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.They continued to tease her, dragging the feather across her bare toes, and tracing patterns on her soles, never straying too far from her feet.