Anny Aurora sat on the bed, her dark robe coiled with rope, her legs pinned together and her lips sealed with micro-foam tape. As Anny carefully tested her bonds, she knew it would be wise to remain quiet on the bed, yet submission was not her style. So the barefoot struggler slid off the bed, only to be confronted by her mysterious opponent, who placed her on the floor. Anny's robe was opened to expose her breasts and a leg-folding waist-ankle connection ensured that she'd remain confined in the corner despite her strenuous contortions.