[Vris chained to wall] With a dastardly smirk, the Orc walked closer to Vris. He pinched her cheek, then he thigh, then he big toe before lifting it up. He reached into his pocket, dramatically pulling out a feather and lifting into the air. He looked Vris in the eye, his eyes full of glee on the torment he is about to induce. Ever so slowly he etched the feather to her foot. Slower, slower. Till finally the bare tip touched her foot and he began the tickling. Bwahahahaha!