The dark tomb was silent, save for the quiet clicking of heeled boots as a lone woman wandered its long, winding halls. The woman was not sure how long she had been down in the tomb, but frustration was slowly starting to set in. Clearly the information she had received in the town tavern had been wrong. Supposedly, someone had rumors that shards of the legendary sword, Soul Edge, had been seen down in the tomb. However due to its dark and dangerous state, few people had dared to venture down into it. In fact, most that had were never seen from again.

"Damn that girl. I shall make sure she pays for giving me such false information. No one makes a fool of Isabella Valentine and gets away with it," the woman said in a rich, British accent.

Ivy paused and crossed her arms in disgust. She was wearing a skin tight, purple outfit… one that very little to the imagination. Just thinking about the situation made her blood boil. Yes, there would be hell to pay. Ivy would make sure of that.  Ivy spun around and began to walk back up the hallway. In her anger, the woman wasn't paying attention all the way to where she was going and stepped on a strange stone that was sticking out of the ground. When her foot came in contact with it, a strange rumbling sound began to enter the tomb. Hearing the sound, Ivy grabbed the hilt of her blade and began to look around cautiously as the ground began to shake, the rumbling growing stronger just to the left of her. She glanced in said direction, watching in awe as the wall rose revealing a hidden room.

A small smirk graced her lips. "Well, well… She did not mention anything about this…"
Slowly, Ivy approached the newly discovered opening. It was a large, square shaped room… dimly lit with low burning torches. The room was empty… save for a skeleton lying lifelessly on the floor and a strange pedestal in the center of the room. On top of the pedestal was a golden, decorated vase shining brightly, even in the darkness of the tomb. Ivy licked her lips as she stepped in the room.

"Could it get any more obvious? Clearly, the ancients thought the shards were some precious treasure and hid them away… And in a way they were right," she said to no in particular.

Ivy crossed the room towards the vase, eyeing the skeleton in the process. Old worn arrows were jammed into its skull. Obviously, it was the remains of some thief who had tried to make off with the shards vase… one who did not seem to have much luck. The thief had probably been shot down by the guards of the tomb, guards who were long gone.

"Poor bastard…" Ivy said with a chuckle as she kicked the skull off the bone-body. "Looks like I'll be taking the treasure you sought so hard. My apologies."

Ivy turned from the skeleton and eyed the vase with anticipation. Once she collected these shards, she would finally be another step closer to her goal. Her smirk widened as she clutched the vase in her hands and began to pull it from the pedestal. However strangely enough, the vase would not budge. Ivy's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell," she muttered, tugging the vase harder. Ivy released the vase with a huff. She sighed, chuckling at her silliness. "What am I doing? I have no need for the vase. All I simply need is what's inside of it!"

Without hesitation, Ivy opened the top of the vase with ease. She reached inside the vase, and began to feel around inside for the shards. However, all she came out of it with was air. Frustrated once more, Ivy peered over into the jar, examining the inside of it carefully. Her examination was cut short, though. Without warning a strange, purple gas exploded out from the vase. Ivy began to cough violently, staggering away from the decorated vase.

"A trap? How could I have been so foolish?!"

Ivy fell to her knees as she continued to cough. The room began to spin as she felt her eyelids getting heavy. Her trusted blade fell to the ground with a loud, echoing clang, followed closely by the woman herself. She cursed under her breath, before everything faded to black. Ivy lay helpless and alone in the tomb's deepest dungeon, completely unaware that someone had been watching her from the shadows all the time.
Hours passed, and still Ivy rested peacefully in her sleep. A frustrated sigh escaped a strangely dressed girl's lips as she knelt down to the sleeping woman and began shaking her.

"Hey… Hey! Wakey wakey! I wanna play!" the voice said in a squeaky, loud voice.

Ivy groaned as she began to stir from her slumber, eyes opening to see a pair bright purple ones staring back into hers. A young girl, probably in her late teens was staring back at her. She had rather messy, black hair pulled into pigtails, and she was wearing a strange, revealing red outfit with green collar and cuffs around her upper arms and knees.

"W-what? What is this," Ivy asked glaring at the girl. She began to try and get up, but failed. In fact, she realized that she couldn't move at all. Glancing upwards, Ivy found that her wrists were bound over her head in chains fastened to the wall. Not only that, but her ankles were tied together with some very durable ropes. Her blade lay discarded across the room, along with her metal gauntlet. "Who the hell are you?!"

The girl smiled and leaned close to the woman.

"I have some information that may prove to be useful to you… Some information about shards of the legendary sword… Soul Edge…" the girl answered, in deeper, hoarse sounding voice.
Ivy's eyes widened. "You… From the tavern!"

"You remembered," the girl cheered, clapping her hands like a little kid. "But just to save some time, you can call me Tira!"

"Shut the hell up," Ivy snapped. "What do you want and why are you doing this to me?!"

"You're after shards of Soul Edge… I need them back! I need them back to help restore Nightmare to his former glory and greatness," Tira explained. Her eyes narrowed as a mischievous smirk suddenly graced her lips. "And if you're after some of the shards from the sword… that must mean that you have some as well."

Ivy's eyes widened. "Are you some sort of fool?! Do you not realize that sword and walking armored freak are monsters?!"

"Nightmare is just misunderstood… Once he has his full power back, everyone will understand his purpose and bow to his greatness!" Tira snapped. She glared at Ivy, making direct eye contact with the woman. "Now… you have shards. Tell me where they are."
Ivy remained silent, looking away from the strange girl. Tira frowned and glanced over her shoulder towards a rather dangerous looking, giant ring-shaped blade.

"I'm giving you a chance here. You should feel grateful for that," she explained. Tira leaned closer, her breath brushing against Ivy's neck. "Come on now… where are they?"

"Go to Hell," the British woman said simply.

Tira frowned. "Aww… Don't be such a grump! Come on, cheer up!"
Tira playfully poked her index finger into the British woman's exposed navel. Without warning, Ivy suddenly squirmed and took a quick breath. Tira was not blind to this. Slowly, she leaned forward and poked Ivy's belly button again, causing her to squirm and gasp more. A devious look came to Tira's face. Maybe there was a way she could have more fun with this than she thought.

"…What are you doing?" Ivy asked. "Stop staring at me like that!"

"I have a theory…" Tira said in a quiet voice. "I bet the big, tough lady is really just a ticklish little girl, isn't she?"

"W-what? Of course not," Ivy retorted.

Tira simply smirked and began to rapidly poke at Ivy's belly button. Ivy bit her bottom lip and shook her head as she squirmed. Nimbly, Tira's fingers danced along Ivy's stomach. She tried her best to hold in her laughter, but it wasn't long before a low giggle escaped the British woman's lips. The smirk on Tira's lips grew as her fingers moved and began to rapidly poke at Ivy's ribs and sides. Her giggling suddenly exploded into full blown laughter as she wiggled and squirmed, helpless to escape Tira and her wiggling fingers. Tira steadily poked and spider-walked her finger tips down Ivy's smooth, soft skin. Ivy's laughter grew with intensity with every passing second. Eventually, Tira's torment stopped, save for a single finger that was now slowly circling Ivy's navel.

"P-please… No more…" Ivy breathed heavily.

"Where are your shards," Tira asked. Ivy simply sat there trying hard to catch her breath. Slowly she looked up at Tira, but the only thing she gave the girl was a cold glare. Tira chuckled at the sight. "Have it your way…"

Ivy watched as Tira slowly removed her gloves. The girl had quite a long set of nails underneath her gloves. Ivy felt herself shiver as she watched Tira nimbly wiggle her fingers. They slowly approached her exposed armpits, Ivy gasping as she felt the tips touch her smooth hollows. Tira's fingers began to rapidly dance along the British woman's pits. Her body shook with laughter as she squirmed and wiggled, her thrashing becoming more violent. Ivy could barely think anymore as she howled with laughter. Tira continued for some time, tormenting Ivy's pits, sides, and navel. The intense torture felt like hours.

Eventually, Tira stopped once more. Ivy was taking deep breaths as she felt her body still squirming and shaking. Her face was beat red and she could feel a heavy sweat starting to coat her body. Tira smirked and began to run her fingertip along Ivy's quivering belly button once more.

"You're making this so hard on yourself. All you have to do is tell me where the shards are, and it'd be over," Tira sang in a happy, yet sadistic tone.

Still, Ivy refused to speak. She was intent that she could endure this. She refused to let this freak win and work towards reviving that monster once more. Tira sighed and reached into something on her belt. Ivy gasped as she saw the girl pull out a rather crude, yet sharp looing dagger. Tira smirked, sending a small chill down the British woman's spine as she watched Tira slowly back away.

"W-what are you doing," she asked. "P-Please… no more…"

Ivy watched as Tira moved down towards her bound legs. The strange girl playfully tossed the dagger in the air and caught it gracefully. The blade moved towards her thighs. Bracing for the worst, Ivy shut her eyes and prepared for pain. However, the pain never came. Rather, the sound of ripping fabric filled the air. Ivy opened her eyes and glanced down to see the leather material around her highs had been cut loose and was now being ripped from her thighs. She shivered as the cold air of the tomb blew across her now bare thighs. Tira didn't stop there, however. She continued to move down towards her feet, and again cut the leather around the girl's ankles. Ivy's eyes widened as she felt her shoes pulled off, feeling the air brush against her bare feet.

"No… Please… Don't…" Ivy begged, her voice barely over a whisper. Anywhere, but  theheehAHAHAAAA!!!"

Ivy's plea clearly fell to deaf ears as Tira began to viciously dig her nails in to her exposed and vulnerable feet. She bit her lips trying her best to keep her laughter contained, but it was only a moment before it exploded forth once more. Tira smiled as her fingertips danced up and down the British woman's soles. Her eyes began to water as she tried to pull her feet away, but Tira merely grabbed hold of the ropes around ankles and continued to attack. Nimbly, Tira's fingers began to dance along the bases of Ivy's toes. Ivy screamed with laughter and tried to clench them to stop the girl. Still, Tira remained vigilant.

She positioned herself on top of Ivy's ankles and held back her toes with one hand. This gave the crazy girl full access to her right foot. Ivy howled as Tira began to slip her fingers between her trapped digits, wiggling them around in the process. Ivy began to thrash about more wildly than ever. She could not believe just how intense the girl's torture was and how much it tickled. Still, despite Tira's efforts, Ivy would not give her the information she wanted. Moving back to her side, Tira began to run her hands along Ivy's thighs giving them quick, firm squeezes. Ivy went nuts as she squirmed and began to buck fiercely. This had definitely had to be the worst of Tira's tickling yet.
Eventually, the tickling took its toll on Ivy, causing the girl to pass out.

"Aww… Are you done already," Tira asked, in a somewhat fake, pouty voice. She began to poke Ivy's cheek.  "Wake up…"

Still, Ivy didn't stir. Tira sighed, and sat back. She would just have to wait until Ivy woke up… and pick back up where she left off.