An appealing throwback to the 60s, Karla Kush relaxes poolside in colorful sweats that hint at the psychedelic, her bare feet thrust into emphatically practical birkenstock sandals. The relaxation ends abruptly when an intruder ties Karla into her curved wooden chair with her legs frogged and secured separately to the arms of the chair; barefoot, bare-breasted and tape-gagged, Karla squirms awkwardly in the sun-filled backyard that now seems shadowy and threatening.