Choice is a funny thing and almost your worst enemy at times. For Nyxon there were only two. Pull her arms higher into a strappado or tighten her crotch rope. The knots seemingly miles out of reach she can't help but struggle to find a comfortable position. When a dental gag is added Nyxon's mouth is spread wide open and helpless. As her luck would have it, she is faced with new choices. Drool, or not the drool?