A camo tank bodytop is the only thing protecting Enchantress Sahyre from the bondage directors lingering gaze. Having taken her off the warm streets of St Pete, she now shivers in the cold air of the hotel room. A dark red ball gag fitted in tight and some tight white ropes hold her arms close out and tied towards her bare feet folding her over. She flops and wiggles tugging at the ropes holding her. Soft pink soles of her feet wrinkling up and toes clenching and pointing.