It continues...

As you tickle her feet, hands and feathers tickle her belly, ribs, and armpits. By the time you decide she's had enough, Margaret's face is completely red. "Alright, I'll stop...for now. But only if you let me tickle you later."

"Anything!" She cries between bouts of hysteric laughter. You reach over and deactivate the machine, then untie your friend. You know the pyrots will show up soon, so you hurry and tell her to do so as well as you race out of the room to find an exit.