So buttery and delicate. How unusual for a thug of your caliber~

But it was true though. His feet were plush as a stuffed toy, and his pads almost untouched. His combat boots were a regular fixture, and evidently well padded from those who have peered inside. It was their weight and outer shell that gave them such oomph. But beneath them were these plush tootsies that jumped at the touch and beckoned sudden whimpers, growls attempting to reclaim dignity lost, snarls that tapered into extracted laughing. A single claw, up and down each foot. But only one each was all it took to make a laughing fool out of this once proud mercenary. And it served as a great little warm up. A satisfactory experiment in mapping his pedal sensitivity. Truth be told though, it was hard to tell where he was most ticklish. Perhaps a change of method is needed to discover that. Slow teasing drags of a fox's nails simply isn't the right tool for tracing out the redder parts of the red zones.