Ah, the sting of espionage -- Mila Brite was almost out the door with an attache case full of secrets when her escape was rudely interrupted. Disguised as a hostess in a gold-trimmed scarlet jacket and skirt, Mila stands tethered to a stair-railing and mouths a white cleave-gag while she waits to be exchanged. As time passes, the blonde spy's placed on the floor, her ample breasts revealed when her jacket's unbuttoned; when Mila grows impatient, she wriggles toward the door, which she attempts to unlock with her fishnet-stockinged toes!