Still deprived of clothing, Harmony's moved to an old mattress, where she sits secured with microfoam tape around her wrists and ankles, her voice muffled by more strips of tape. Harmony's small body is no match even for limited bondage, so she remains trapped despite vigorous squirming; tickled, tweaked and hair-pulled, the novice realtor wishes she'd gone into a safer profession, one that wouldn't have brought her into contact with a money-hungry madman!