As the grifting vacationer continued what he considered a disciplinary process, Bella and Eden were both reclothed in tops and tight black pants, then were bound hand and foot with the duct-tape that also sealed their lips. Kneeling barefoot on a dark-covered pool-table, his anxious subjects strained against the sparse but effective bondage that affirmed his domination. Eden and Bella's ineffectual squirming appeared even more pathetic after they sprawled onto their stomachs and murmured to each other while raising their bare feet high above bound wrists