Sylvia was sure she had it made. Between the pantyhose and the shiny leotard, she knew it was a matter of time before they slipped off. All she had to do was pretend for a bit that the ropes were too much. Once left alone by her captor she'd make her escape. That was the plan, anyway, until more ropes were added. Not only did they make the existing ropes tighter, but they ensured that nothing could slip. Adding insult to injury, her hair and toes were tied too, just to remove the last bit of mobility she still had.