Inevitably Nella loses her clothing, then her lithe pink body receives ropework treatment that places her standing at attention in the corner of a barren room. The feisty tape-gagged nude tries to hop away across the hardwood floor but her athleticism is negated by connection to an overhead chain that leaves her twisting on her toes. Nella's eyes widen when she makes the acquaintance of another rope, one that circles her waist, then extends downward until it settles comfortably between her pussy-lips; do Nella's contortions grant her at least a few sensual pleasures?