Because Zoe couldn't abandon her love of costumes, she became a harem girl coiled in black rope, gagged with white tape and kneeling barefoot on a couch. Before long her shiny harem pants dropped instantly to her ankles, baring her bottom and pussy, but Zoe's reaction appeared more accepting of her subjection to the unknown than before. Lying facedown and squirming, then hogtied once more, the formerly defiant plaything communicated a growing pleasure in playing a role that offered both physical and emotional rewards.