There's no denying Raoul's creativity after he contorts Summer Brielle into a novel position: sprawled across an armchair, her hands pinioned securely behind her head, her right leg frogged while the left stretches separately across the chair-arm, the mad artist's muse twists and arches in barely-there lingerie! Unable to resist temptation, Raoul pulls aside the tiny bits of cloth hiding Summer's amazing orbs; there's no need to adjust the semi-transparent tape covering her cloth-stuffed mouth!