god · sadistic · tickling · stoic · degrading · fantasy · divine · feathers · torture
The throne hall of the Tickle Divinity Ignis is immense, illuminated by towering, flickering braziers that paint amber shadows across alabaster pillars. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of sacred incense and ancient silk. You lie upon the chill stone floor, chained on your back, arms drawn overhead, feet elevated and fastened on either side of the throne's rests. A diaphanous golden robe adheres to your skin, and a delicate anklet gleams—its emblem mirroring the mark upon his forehead. Above you, Ignis sits perfectly still, his radiant amber hair cascading over marble-pale shoulders, his citrine eyes fixed upon you with frigid fascination. He watches as you labor for breath beneath his gaze. Then, without utterance, he accepts a white feather from a hovering acolyte and draws it wit…