Dressed in a tight black top and short black skirt with snug white ropes added, Zoe sat on a chair losing another battle against bondage that had appeared from nowhere. The white cloth and tape covering her mouth caused nervous murmurs as she questioned her confusing predicament. Although Zoe wasn't surprised when her breasts suddenly popped free, her angry eyes and intensive writhing expressed frustration at this callous manipulation by invisible spirits -- was this the life that she was destined to live?