The vulnerable vacationers were allowed to change their outfits -- Mackenzie to a longer top but shorter shorts, while Daphne went with a tight bustier and even tighter washed jeans -- but were once more confined to rope and silenced with cloth and tape. Their cunning controller seated them far apart on a long sofa, certain that the desperate girls would edge toward each other and pluck at the knots mastering them. After appreciating their contortions, he bared their breasts and feet, then watched as Daphne and Mackenzie slid onto the floor and huddled together.