Tickling fest! Are you…ticklish?
Well, I’d be glad to help you. We’ll skip all the tattoos, if you like.
Absolutely not…ran out of Stoli, just went to the likka sto…now that it’s morning, a massage and a mimosa?
It’s technically afternoon, but it’s never too late for a bit of champagne, and anytime is the right time for a massage. 
The civilized day doesn’t really begin until after noon anyway.
~pours a nice flute of champagne, and warms some oil~
Amen to that! If the rest of the world would just move around to my schedule, I’d be so much happier when I got to work (at a decent hour for a change!)
~sips her champagne~ Is the oil warm yet?
Indeed it is, just lay right down here, and I’ll get to work…we’ll start with the feet.
~lays down and sighs happily~ I think I died and went to heaven.
Ooh!ooh!can we put you on the Death Pool thread? 
Well, you’re not in heaven yet, but you will be when I get done with you…
Very.
Well, actually the credit to that one goes to a guy named Jagger from a radio show called “Lovephones” that I used to listen to. He was wittier than I.
Hrm…I think I might like a few tattoos, actually. The angelic script for “crime of passion”, maybe.
Maybe not, tho’, considering the shenanigans people have gotten into with Chinese and Japanese tattoos…
Starting with the feet, eh? He must like you 
Harimad-sol, you’re ticklish? Are you the kind of person who gets annoyed when they’re tickled? (he said, preparing to pounce)
bamf
Eeeeeeek! No, tickling does not annoy me.
Wasn’t FinnAgain here at one point, or am I remembering wrong?
Hey! Get out of the coat room! This is me and Haramid-sol!
Well, Ok, then. Let’s get her!
Someone save me!
On second thought, I don’t need it.
whistles as he sets up an over-elaborate Mousetrap-style Rube Goldberg trap for Anaamika, baited with a stack of X-Men comics
Gamera, I’ve been known to trip over painted lines. Just say, “Ooo! Something shiny!”
tickles Harimad-sol like crazy
re: Harimad-sol in the coatroom.
Oops. Faux pas number 2. bamfs out of coat-room in shame
eyes a stack of X-men comics in the middle of what looks like a bullseye
Hey, it’s the saga of The Twelve! And that thing where Cyclops became Apocalypse, somehow. I never did see how that went…
bamf
whoa, wait. I think that was an invitation to tickle someone mercilessly. score!
bamfs back into coatroom and assists in the torture
mwahaha!
glad no one knows she’s ticklish, too
I like to go the extra mile. Still waiting for that massage discussion…