Gema, The Dancer, hadn’t been tickled in years, maybe even tried to forget what it felt like. But the second those fingers hit her skin, it all came rushing back. She had gone from dancer to puppet, her body moving not by choice but by reflex. The shock of it all, the helplessness, the silliness, wrapped around her, and she had no choice but to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. She’d been avoiding this for years, but now that it had found her, there was nothing left to do but let it all out.
Length: 10:17
Resolution: 3840×2160