Natalie began to question her career choice after she was moved back onto a different carpeted floor, where she sat curled on her hip in another black rope web. Her eyes expressed understandable apprehension above the dark tape sealing her lips but her blouse had surprisingly returned to its normal coverage. Natalie's awkwardly restrictive position became even more difficult for her after she was placed facedown on a nearby couch, where a hogtie folded her legs. As the petite prisoner arched zealously, her small stockinged feet flexed above her head.