MoRina is cuffed and waiting.... standing in a metal shed... not knowing why she was locked in here and told to stand facing the wall. She's dressed in a tight pink sweater, black jeans and boots, hands cuffed behind her back. She isn't sure if she's being watched or not, but she obeys the order to stand facing the wall, every now and then twisting around at the waist to look around and see if anyone is coming back for her. She's reasonably patient at first, but starts to fidget as time goes on, and express her discomfort, as her shoulders begin to tense up and she feels like she needs to p...

MoRina is cuffed and waiting.... standing in a metal shed... not knowing why she was locked in here and told to stand facing the wall. She's dressed in a tight pink sweater, black jeans and boots, hands cuffed behind her back. She isn't sure if she's being watched or not, but she obeys the order to stand facing the wall, every now and then twisting around at the waist to look around and see if anyone is coming back for her. She's reasonably patient at first, but starts to fidget as time goes on, and express her discomfort, as her shoulders begin to tense up and she feels like she needs to pee...