How ironic that the lemon thief then awkwardly mouthed a yellow sphere held in place by strips of transparent tape. Casually clothed in a tight top and knee-pants, Eden sat bound and barefoot against a wall as she pondered the sour sensation of her lemon-gag; her disciplinarian mercifully removed it but retained the tape to muffle her calls for help. First curling up against the wall, then rolling around on the floor, Eden exerted impressive energy battling ropework that highlighted her curvaceous body but failed to loosen the knots controlling her.