Emma Starletto's long blonde hair flew back and forth while she twisted on the wooden chair to which she'd been secured by a substantial supply of rope. The bright red ball-gag lodged between Emma's lips made a striking contrast with the light-blue dress that clung to her body almost as tightly as that rope web. Before long, the dress was rearranged to reveal her rope-framed breasts, an alteration that energized barefoot Emma's futile resistance.