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When Joseph Joestar decided to start a journey to Egypt with the goal of saving his daughter from the nefarious DIO’s lethal influence, he expected some complications to get in the way. An old devil like him knew that a villain of the vampire’s degree would not allow his enterprise to succeed so easily. The well-kept American (despite his age) wheezed exhausted. He leaned, supporting his arms over his bent knees, in order to catch his breath.
“We somehow made it, Mr. Joestar.” At his right, his trusted friend Muhammad Avdol found himself in a similar position.
The two men shared a nod and looked at the same spot: in front of them, under a pile of wreckage, the figure of an attractive woman was discernible. The duo looked at her with animosity. For her name was Mariah and she had just made the two men go through one of the worst moments in their lives. If not the most dangerous, the most embarrassing for sure. She, in spite of her peaceful look as she slept after having lost consciousness, was an enemy stand user. One who had pledged loyalty to DIO. And was hence more than determined to foil Joseph, Avdol and their friends’ plans.
“This young lady put us trough a hell all by herself.” Sentenced the older of the duo. “I can’t help but being concerned.”
“I understand your worry,” nodded Avdol, whose friendship with the older American man made him capable of comprehend him almost completely, “the closer we get to DIO, the more fearsome and challenging his underlings are.”
“Yes, it’s so annoying! Holy shit!” Blasphemed Joseph punching an electric pole nearby. “They have a clear advantage over us: knowing our numbers and skills puts us on against the rope here. But what if we had a way to make things even?”
The Egyptian next to Joseph rose an eyebrow not sure about where his train of thoughts where going. And that was a bold statement, because Avdol usually knew what the aged American though. Not this time, however, because when he continued talking, he would not help but feel surprised.
“I’m not sure if I follow you.” Said the more tanned man.
“Look at her.” Replied Joseph pointing at the unmoving Mariah. “She’s lucky enough not to have major injuries. Which means that in some time she’ll be back in action. Not only we risk her pursuing us. But I doubt it, considering how well we managed the situation. Don’t you agree, Avdol?” The aforementioned glanced away. Their ‘management of the situation’ would leave memories in the Egyptian’s mind he would fight hard to supress for as long as he lived. “Anyway, before I lose track of what I was saying,” continued Joseph, “I suggest we take her with us.”
“What for?” Enquired Avdol, taken aback.
“To interrogate her, of course! She ought to know something about DIO and his minions who are after us! She won’t cooperate at first, but I know ways of making her talk!” Declared the man clasping a fist into the other hand.
“Mr. Joestar,” interceded Avdol, “I’m aware she’s an enemy who tried to kill us. It might be foolish, but I’m not comfortable with the idea of using unnecessary violence against a woman.”
Joseph’s bearded visage turned into a diabolic smirk.
“Who said anything about hurting her?”

When Mariah came to her senses, she was welcomed with a throbbing headache. Her memory was hazy about the last moments before she fell in slumber. The olive-skinned woman remembered cornering the geezers in Lord DIO’s party of enemies. About to try the sweet taste of victory when, suddenly, those two somehow managed to turn the tides in their favour.
After that, there was pain and darkness.
Now that she had woken up, she rather come back to the world of dreams. Because the sight in front of her was not something she was not prepared for.
“About time you woke up, sleeping beauty.” Said the old bum known as Joseph Joestar. If during their battle Mariah had considered him attractive, she took it back the moment she lay her golden eyes in that stupid grin he displayed.
Then, to add insult to her hurt pride, she gasped in disbelief the moment she realised the predicament she was in.
“What the hell? What’s this? What do you think you are doing?!” The woman demanded an answer immediately. No wonder, after all, waking up to find herself seating on the floor, with her back resting against an electric pole and locked in some kind of strange metallic device by her ankles was not a thing to be happy bout. Not to mention the purple thorn holding her wrists together. For any bystander, she might look like she was raising her arms but in reality, the old man was using his stand, Hermit Purple, to make sure she was not going anywhere. She might not have wanted said answer should she know what was about to come, though.
“We are sure you are full of things you’d like to know.” Commented Muhammad Avdol, the fool who had dared to deny Lord DIO’s grandeur. How could he?
“And we are more than eager to oblige. We only want you to return the gesture and answer some doubts of us.” Continued the American.
Mariah was about to cut his exposition but curiosity took the best of her and she listened in silence.
“First things first: seeing you weren’t that injured after our little encounter; we took you out of there and took out share of precautions.” He then patted the structure that merely allowed the tip of her red shoes to be seen behind it. “These stocks have been developed by the Speedwagon company and thoroughly tested to be able to hold things such as vampires. So, believe me miss when I’m saying you are not going anywhere.”
“Also,” continued Avdol,” thanks to Mr. Joestar’s stand, you won’t be able to use yours. And if you could, there’s no way we are pressing any switch you create. Providing you could.”
“So that’s one question down. The other would be ‘where are we’? Well, as you can see, we are at the outskirts of Luxor, where nobody will disturb us.” The American gestured to their surroundings, making Mariah realise how disadvantageous her predicament was.
“I think it’s our turn to ask” The woman’s spine felt a cold shiver when she saw the serious expression the Egyptian’s face took. “We’d like some questions answered.”
Just when Mariah was about to voice the thoughts populating her mind.
“The next thing you are going to say: ‘I know what you want me to tell you. And you are crazy if you think I’m going to share any info I might have about Lord DIO!’, isn’t it?” Interrupted the older man.
Then, when Mariah said those exact words she breathed completely taken aback. She had been seen through.
“And now… before you reconsider your willingness to cooperate.” The one whose stand was holding her hands in place, took over and continued. “There’s another reason we put you in these binds.” He paused and shared a look with the other man. “Is for you not to move as we…change your mind if you don’t help us. Avdol here isn’t very keen of this. So, he’ll go search for the others while I spend some time with you and…”
“So that’s how it is.” Interrupted the captive Mariah. “You are going to beat me up if I don’t talk. What a man you are! But there’s no way I’ll betray Lord DIO, even if you do your worst!”
The man grinned before nodding to the Egyptian who stood up and left. Then, he clicked his tongue wriggled his index in a mocking way.
“Now you are wrong on two things: one, nobody is going to get hurt. Actually, you might feel some pain if we prolong this long enough, but not in the way you are thinking. And two, you sure will talk. I know for experience this is something the ladies can’t stand for long. Ask my wife if you don’t believe me.”
If Mariah had felt confused in her life, nothing compared to this. Just what in the world was this man planning?
She remained in silence, throwing puzzling stares at every of his movements: he sat on the ground in front of the stocks and leaned forward. His hands disappeared behind the apparatus where Mariah’s long lean stretched legs ended in a pair of trapped feet. Then, to make things the stranger, she felt the man’s hands pulling at her left shoe.
“What are you doing? Are you some kind of pervert? Leave my shoes alone!” She exclaimed the moment she felt the hot desert’s air caressing the nyloned bottom of her heel.
“Just making you a bit comfortable.” Explained the man. It was true that Mariah had been on her feet all day and being deprived of her shoes did feel nice. However, she would not let her guard down. It was an enemy the one tucking her shoes away. First the left, then the right. Until two svelte feet clad in dark sheer nylons involuntarily wriggled to the unexpected freedom forced on them. “Besides, your shoes were in the way for what I have planned. But let’s get to business. Is there anything you want to tell me about DIO before I make you change your mind?”
Mariah simply sneered away with contemp. Whatever that man wanted to do to her, Mariah would take it as a trial to show her loyalty to Lord DIO.
“Very well. Let’s see how long that attitude of yours lasts.” Said the man shrugging his shoulders.
At that moment. Mariah’s eyes opened wide, because she realised the real motive behind her current ordeal. The presence of the stocks made sense to her the same instant an unwelcomed sensation started spreading through the soles of her delicate feet.
This man was tickling her.
Invisible behind the stocks, fingers paced slowly across her skin full of sensitive nerve endings, with the only protection of thin nylons that, in fact did the opposite: they helped the man’s fingertips to glide easily around the soles, infesting them with a prickly intolerable sensation.
“I will not laugh. I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction.” Thought Mariah, thinking about DIO with a devotion she hoped could be greater than the necessity to laugh that man was forcing on her by devilishly dragging his fingertips at her delicate foot bottoms. Which, after being encapsulated in shoes carelessly discarded in plain sight, probably a cruel reminder of her lost protection, all day, the skin was warm and sweaty. Extremely reactive to the slightest touch.
She would not laugh. No matter what it took.

What a way to laugh! Joseph was impressed at the fight inside the lady’s heart. She was taking more punishment than he expected. But Joseph was tenacious and was not known for giving up. If the woman crackling like a maniac would not surrender, nor would he. Not at all.
“I have to give it to her. She’s a tough nut to crack. But I like a challenge from time to time. And this one is also kind of entertaining!” Though Joseph, who was using all his cunning to break Mariah’s defences. A while had passed since he had ripped the nylon covering the left foot, and rendered it bare for him to mesmerise at its beauty and delicateness. Something he did for half a second, before making the woman face the torment of having to deal with the contrasting feeling of having one nyloned foot tickled, versus another which was as nude as it could get. Needless to say, Mariah’s laughter and trashing had grown exponentially after this.
“IAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I’LL NEHEHEHEVER TAHAHAHALLLKK!!” She said yelling among fits of uncontrollable laughter. Although the torment visibly affected her, she was putting the head of the Joestar family to the test with her inhuman resilience to having her soft chocolate soles tickled.
“But this old dog has plenty of tricks! And speaking of dogs…” Joseph smirked evilly when he turned back to see the face of his trusty friend Avdol, who had returned from informing the rest of the gang about how the events had developed.
“Avdol,” he announced, “I know the little push this lady needs to talk. I’d like you to find some coffee that we’ll pour over these ticklish feet. Then…”

Mariah coughed hard from the continuous laughter she had been forced to produce. Her lungs burned and her entire body ached. She caught her breath with avid anxiousness. Thanking DIO for this brief moment of respite her enemies granted her as they seemed to be discussing something.
However, despite her tiredness, she managed to get hold of the conversation and her blood froze.
“No…no…no… You can’t be serious.” She said, interrupting the duo who stared at her neutrally. “There’s no way I’ll let you do that to me!”
“Then, we both have a problem.” The older man brought his attention back to the feet he was tormenting a moment ago. His hands disappeared behind the stocks, causing Mariah’s toes to curl in dreadful anticipation. Yet, instead of horrible delicate tickling. The man’s fingers gently massaged the punished soles. “We have questions we want answered and you have ticklish feet you don’t want me to continue playing with. So…”
Mariah swallowed hard. She knew she had sealed her fate.
“You made your choice, lady. Avdol.” The tan man nodded. “Go find Iggy.”

When Jotaro Kujo was told that his grandfather and Avdol had secured an enemy stand user and that the first was ‘interrogating’ her, the least he expected was the current bizarre image displaying in front of his eyes. He should not be surprised of the old man’s antic. But this…
He had outdone himself.
“NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! TAKE THAT FIHIHIHILTHY DOHOHOHOG AWAHAHAHAHAYYY!! IT TICKLEHEHEHES TOO MUCH!!!” A young woman, tightly bound, trashed as much as she could as his grandfather and the latest addition to their gang, Iggy, teamed in the most unorthodox method of interrogation the young delinquent had seen.
“Better spill the beans, young miss! Because Iggy seems to love the taste of coffee on your left foot and something tells me he’s dying to try the right one as well!”
“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!” Between the inhuman cries, the thunderous hoarse laughter and the maniacal expression on her face, Jotaro was not sure whether the enemy was still showing defiance, or asking for mercy.
Whatever it was, he got the feeling that they were not going to leaving soon enough.
“Good grief.” He whispered while adjusting his cap.

Is this a JoJo reference? Of course it is! Here we have Mariah from the Stardust Crusaders arc of the world phenomenon "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" having her loyalty to the evil DIO tested. Will she be able to endure old Joseph's crafty methods? Who knows? But what I know is that this picture is my way of showing thanks to for helping me making the story in J'en ai marre (de trop rire)! a bit readable for any French person who happens to read it.

Mariah, Joseph Joestar, Iggy and all of the characters mentioned in the story are copyrighted by Hirohiko Araki.

Fun facts:
-Normally, I wouldn't have drawn this so quickly. But I wasn't expecting MG would ask for a JoJo lady. This marks my first drawing starring a character from this franchise! (if we don't have works like this We got the wrong person! in mind.
-Even though I'm happy with the overall result (specially with the colouring of the nyloned sole). There are two things I'm not that happy about: one is her face. Wile looking for references of her to use, I remembered this face she makes and thought it would be funny to nod it by tuning her anger into laughter. Guess it didn't work out. (Sakais, said Mariah here looked like...*ahem* she was enjoying this too much). The other is Iggy. At first I was thinking on drawing a normal Boston Terrier from behind. But then I changed but mind. Unfortunately, this dog doesn't really show him justice.
-Can you find a little Easter egg in this picture?
-Most of the time I use pictures of real women's feet to help me with my drawings. In this occasion said feet weren't from a random source.
-OH MY GOD!
-The onomatopoeia mean アハハ "ahahaha", コチョコチョ "kocho kocho" (to tickle) and ペロペロ "pero pero" (to lick).

As always, if you like this, consider showing your support by buying me a coffee

Moustache variant here .

Description
When Joseph Joestar decided to start a journey to Egypt with the goal of saving his daughter from the nefarious DIO’s lethal influence, he expected some complications to get in the way. An old devil like him knew that a villain of the vampire’s degree would not allow his enterprise to succeed so easily. The well-kept American (despite his age) wheezed exhausted. He leaned, supporting his arms over his bent knees, in order to catch his breath.
“We somehow made it, Mr. Joestar.” At his right, his trusted friend Muhammad Avdol found himself in a similar position.
The two men shared a nod and looked at the same spot: in front of them, under a pile of wreckage, the figure of an attractive woman was discernible. The duo looked at her with animosity. For her name was Mariah and she had just made the two men go through one of the worst moments in their lives. If not the most dangerous, the most embarrassing for sure. She, in spite of her peaceful look as she slept after having lost consciousness, was an enemy stand user. One who had pledged loyalty to DIO. And was hence more than determined to foil Joseph, Avdol and their friends’ plans.
“This young lady put us trough a hell all by herself.” Sentenced the older of the duo. “I can’t help but being concerned.”
“I understand your worry,” nodded Avdol, whose friendship with the older American man made him capable of comprehend him almost completely, “the closer we get to DIO, the more fearsome and challenging his underlings are.”
“Yes, it’s so annoying! Holy shit!” Blasphemed Joseph punching an electric pole nearby. “They have a clear advantage over us: knowing our numbers and skills puts us on against the rope here. But what if we had a way to make things even?”
The Egyptian next to Joseph rose an eyebrow not sure about where his train of thoughts where going. And that was a bold statement, because Avdol usually knew what the aged American though. Not this time, however, because when he continued talking, he would not help but feel surprised.
“I’m not sure if I follow you.” Said the more tanned man.
“Look at her.” Replied Joseph pointing at the unmoving Mariah. “She’s lucky enough not to have major injuries. Which means that in some time she’ll be back in action. Not only we risk her pursuing us. But I doubt it, considering how well we managed the situation. Don’t you agree, Avdol?” The aforementioned glanced away. Their ‘management of the situation’ would leave memories in the Egyptian’s mind he would fight hard to supress for as long as he lived. “Anyway, before I lose track of what I was saying,” continued Joseph, “I suggest we take her with us.”
“What for?” Enquired Avdol, taken aback.
“To interrogate her, of course! She ought to know something about DIO and his minions who are after us! She won’t cooperate at first, but I know ways of making her talk!” Declared the man clasping a fist into the other hand.
“Mr. Joestar,” interceded Avdol, “I’m aware she’s an enemy who tried to kill us. It might be foolish, but I’m not comfortable with the idea of using unnecessary violence against a woman.”
Joseph’s bearded visage turned into a diabolic smirk.
“Who said anything about hurting her?”

When Mariah came to her senses, she was welcomed with a throbbing headache. Her memory was hazy about the last moments before she fell in slumber. The olive-skinned woman remembered cornering the geezers in Lord DIO’s party of enemies. About to try the sweet taste of victory when, suddenly, those two somehow managed to turn the tides in their favour.
After that, there was pain and darkness.
Now that she had woken up, she rather come back to the world of dreams. Because the sight in front of her was not something she was not prepared for.
“About time you woke up, sleeping beauty.” Said the old bum known as Joseph Joestar. If during their battle Mariah had considered him attractive, she took it back the moment she lay her golden eyes in that stupid grin he displayed.
Then, to add insult to her hurt pride, she gasped in disbelief the moment she realised the predicament she was in.
“What the hell? What’s this? What do you think you are doing?!” The woman demanded an answer immediately. No wonder, after all, waking up to find herself seating on the floor, with her back resting against an electric pole and locked in some kind of strange metallic device by her ankles was not a thing to be happy bout. Not to mention the purple thorn holding her wrists together. For any bystander, she might look like she was raising her arms but in reality, the old man was using his stand, Hermit Purple, to make sure she was not going anywhere. She might not have wanted said answer should she know what was about to come, though.
“We are sure you are full of things you’d like to know.” Commented Muhammad Avdol, the fool who had dared to deny Lord DIO’s grandeur. How could he?
“And we are more than eager to oblige. We only want you to return the gesture and answer some doubts of us.” Continued the American.
Mariah was about to cut his exposition but curiosity took the best of her and she listened in silence.
“First things first: seeing you weren’t that injured after our little encounter; we took you out of there and took out share of precautions.” He then patted the structure that merely allowed the tip of her red shoes to be seen behind it. “These stocks have been developed by the Speedwagon company and thoroughly tested to be able to hold things such as vampires. So, believe me miss when I’m saying you are not going anywhere.”
“Also,” continued Avdol,” thanks to Mr. Joestar’s stand, you won’t be able to use yours. And if you could, there’s no way we are pressing any switch you create. Providing you could.”
“So that’s one question down. The other would be ‘where are we’? Well, as you can see, we are at the outskirts of Luxor, where nobody will disturb us.” The American gestured to their surroundings, making Mariah realise how disadvantageous her predicament was.
“I think it’s our turn to ask” The woman’s spine felt a cold shiver when she saw the serious expression the Egyptian’s face took. “We’d like some questions answered.”
Just when Mariah was about to voice the thoughts populating her mind.
“The next thing you are going to say: ‘I know what you want me to tell you. And you are crazy if you think I’m going to share any info I might have about Lord DIO!’, isn’t it?” Interrupted the older man.
Then, when Mariah said those exact words she breathed completely taken aback. She had been seen through.
“And now… before you reconsider your willingness to cooperate.” The one whose stand was holding her hands in place, took over and continued. “There’s another reason we put you in these binds.” He paused and shared a look with the other man. “Is for you not to move as we…change your mind if you don’t help us. Avdol here isn’t very keen of this. So, he’ll go search for the others while I spend some time with you and…”
“So that’s how it is.” Interrupted the captive Mariah. “You are going to beat me up if I don’t talk. What a man you are! But there’s no way I’ll betray Lord DIO, even if you do your worst!”
The man grinned before nodding to the Egyptian who stood up and left. Then, he clicked his tongue wriggled his index in a mocking way.
“Now you are wrong on two things: one, nobody is going to get hurt. Actually, you might feel some pain if we prolong this long enough, but not in the way you are thinking. And two, you sure will talk. I know for experience this is something the ladies can’t stand for long. Ask my wife if you don’t believe me.”
If Mariah had felt confused in her life, nothing compared to this. Just what in the world was this man planning?
She remained in silence, throwing puzzling stares at every of his movements: he sat on the ground in front of the stocks and leaned forward. His hands disappeared behind the apparatus where Mariah’s long lean stretched legs ended in a pair of trapped feet. Then, to make things the stranger, she felt the man’s hands pulling at her left shoe.
“What are you doing? Are you some kind of pervert? Leave my shoes alone!” She exclaimed the moment she felt the hot desert’s air caressing the nyloned bottom of her heel.
“Just making you a bit comfortable.” Explained the man. It was true that Mariah had been on her feet all day and being deprived of her shoes did feel nice. However, she would not let her guard down. It was an enemy the one tucking her shoes away. First the left, then the right. Until two svelte feet clad in dark sheer nylons involuntarily wriggled to the unexpected freedom forced on them. “Besides, your shoes were in the way for what I have planned. But let’s get to business. Is there anything you want to tell me about DIO before I make you change your mind?”
Mariah simply sneered away with contemp. Whatever that man wanted to do to her, Mariah would take it as a trial to show her loyalty to Lord DIO.
“Very well. Let’s see how long that attitude of yours lasts.” Said the man shrugging his shoulders.
At that moment. Mariah’s eyes opened wide, because she realised the real motive behind her current ordeal. The presence of the stocks made sense to her the same instant an unwelcomed sensation started spreading through the soles of her delicate feet.
This man was tickling her.
Invisible behind the stocks, fingers paced slowly across her skin full of sensitive nerve endings, with the only protection of thin nylons that, in fact did the opposite: they helped the man’s fingertips to glide easily around the soles, infesting them with a prickly intolerable sensation.
“I will not laugh. I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction.” Thought Mariah, thinking about DIO with a devotion she hoped could be greater than the necessity to laugh that man was forcing on her by devilishly dragging his fingertips at her delicate foot bottoms. Which, after being encapsulated in shoes carelessly discarded in plain sight, probably a cruel reminder of her lost protection, all day, the skin was warm and sweaty. Extremely reactive to the slightest touch.
She would not laugh. No matter what it took.

What a way to laugh! Joseph was impressed at the fight inside the lady’s heart. She was taking more punishment than he expected. But Joseph was tenacious and was not known for giving up. If the woman crackling like a maniac would not surrender, nor would he. Not at all.
“I have to give it to her. She’s a tough nut to crack. But I like a challenge from time to time. And this one is also kind of entertaining!” Though Joseph, who was using all his cunning to break Mariah’s defences. A while had passed since he had ripped the nylon covering the left foot, and rendered it bare for him to mesmerise at its beauty and delicateness. Something he did for half a second, before making the woman face the torment of having to deal with the contrasting feeling of having one nyloned foot tickled, versus another which was as nude as it could get. Needless to say, Mariah’s laughter and trashing had grown exponentially after this.
“IAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I’LL NEHEHEHEVER TAHAHAHALLLKK!!” She said yelling among fits of uncontrollable laughter. Although the torment visibly affected her, she was putting the head of the Joestar family to the test with her inhuman resilience to having her soft chocolate soles tickled.
“But this old dog has plenty of tricks! And speaking of dogs…” Joseph smirked evilly when he turned back to see the face of his trusty friend Avdol, who had returned from informing the rest of the gang about how the events had developed.
“Avdol,” he announced, “I know the little push this lady needs to talk. I’d like you to find some coffee that we’ll pour over these ticklish feet. Then…”

Mariah coughed hard from the continuous laughter she had been forced to produce. Her lungs burned and her entire body ached. She caught her breath with avid anxiousness. Thanking DIO for this brief moment of respite her enemies granted her as they seemed to be discussing something.
However, despite her tiredness, she managed to get hold of the conversation and her blood froze.
“No…no…no… You can’t be serious.” She said, interrupting the duo who stared at her neutrally. “There’s no way I’ll let you do that to me!”
“Then, we both have a problem.” The older man brought his attention back to the feet he was tormenting a moment ago. His hands disappeared behind the stocks, causing Mariah’s toes to curl in dreadful anticipation. Yet, instead of horrible delicate tickling. The man’s fingers gently massaged the punished soles. “We have questions we want answered and you have ticklish feet you don’t want me to continue playing with. So…”
Mariah swallowed hard. She knew she had sealed her fate.
“You made your choice, lady. Avdol.” The tan man nodded. “Go find Iggy.”

When Jotaro Kujo was told that his grandfather and Avdol had secured an enemy stand user and that the first was ‘interrogating’ her, the least he expected was the current bizarre image displaying in front of his eyes. He should not be surprised of the old man’s antic. But this…
He had outdone himself.
“NOOOHOHOHOHOHO! TAKE THAT FIHIHIHILTHY DOHOHOHOG AWAHAHAHAHAYYY!! IT TICKLEHEHEHES TOO MUCH!!!” A young woman, tightly bound, trashed as much as she could as his grandfather and the latest addition to their gang, Iggy, teamed in the most unorthodox method of interrogation the young delinquent had seen.
“Better spill the beans, young miss! Because Iggy seems to love the taste of coffee on your left foot and something tells me he’s dying to try the right one as well!”
“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!” Between the inhuman cries, the thunderous hoarse laughter and the maniacal expression on her face, Jotaro was not sure whether the enemy was still showing defiance, or asking for mercy.
Whatever it was, he got the feeling that they were not going to leaving soon enough.
“Good grief.” He whispered while adjusting his cap.

Is this a JoJo reference? Of course it is! Here we have Mariah from the Stardust Crusaders arc of the world phenomenon "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" having her loyalty to the evil DIO tested. Will she be able to endure old Joseph's crafty methods? Who knows? But what I know is that this picture is my way of showing thanks to for helping me making the story in J'en ai marre (de trop rire)! a bit readable for any French person who happens to read it.

Mariah, Joseph Joestar, Iggy and all of the characters mentioned in the story are copyrighted by Hirohiko Araki.

Fun facts:
-Normally, I wouldn't have drawn this so quickly. But I wasn't expecting MG would ask for a JoJo lady. This marks my first drawing starring a character from this franchise! (if we don't have works like this We got the wrong person! in mind.
-Even though I'm happy with the overall result (specially with the colouring of the nyloned sole). There are two things I'm not that happy about: one is her face. Wile looking for references of her to use, I remembered this face she makes and thought it would be funny to nod it by tuning her anger into laughter. Guess it didn't work out. (Sakais, said Mariah here looked like...*ahem* she was enjoying this too much). The other is Iggy. At first I was thinking on drawing a normal Boston Terrier from behind. But then I changed but mind. Unfortunately, this dog doesn't really show him justice.
-Can you find a little Easter egg in this picture?
-Most of the time I use pictures of real women's feet to help me with my drawings. In this occasion said feet weren't from a random source.
-OH MY GOD!
-The onomatopoeia mean アハハ "ahahaha", コチョコチョ "kocho kocho" (to tickle) and ペロペロ "pero pero" (to lick).

As always, if you like this, consider showing your support by buying me a coffee

Moustache variant here .