The room smelled clean of fresh carpet, new curtains, polished furniture, and oiled leather. It was hard to distinguish the many smells, but the most pronounced smell of all was a perfumed musk coming from her naked body. She felt just as clean as the room smelled; her skin was hairless and smooth, oiled so that there was a soft shine to her flesh under the artificial lamps and burning candles. In all of the effort and struggle to break free from the bindings she noticed how each rope was fit almost comfortably about her curves, despite their strict restraint. There was a mild burn in her back from having her arms pulled behind and tied at the elbows. It forced an arch into her spine, jutting her breasts outwards and giving the impression that she was begging to have her nipples played with.<br/><br/>Kelly just couldn’t move! It was so very frustrating. It was impossible to remove the straps from her legs that kept them bent into a kneeling position. She had to be careful too, because too much wiggling would catch her off-balance and she would topple to her side onto the carpet. It almost happened twice, and because the thought of being so helpless on her side seemed worse than being helpless upon her knees she was conscious to not let it happen.<br/><br/>A lot of the furniture she didn’t even recognize as furniture. It was hard to tell what the contraptions were meant for. But by judging Nicholas’ helpless state upon a fixture that she wouldn’t have recognized its use for, Kelly understood that they were meant for putting the human body into various positions. They were both decked up for someone’s sexual gratification and amusement, and the thought made her whine turn into a short whimper.<br/><br/>Who did Nicholas say did this?<em>Bloody Gianna</em>? Who is…was she supposed to know this person? Kelly searched her mind, retracing the events as much as she could remember.<br/><br/>Her answer came quick enough when the double doors swung wide and a vaguely familiar face walked in. Of course!<em>Gianna!</em>She was the woman at the party who Nick fell into stars for; that rude bitch who was the Hostess for the party they were invited to! Yeah, she remembered Gianna now. The woman didn’t like Kelly all too well, but the feeling was certainly mutual.<br/><br/>Now, Gianna was not hiding her intentions at all! She was almost as near-naked as they were. Her breasts were even more marvelous in their natural glory without the dress she wore at the party for modesty. Her pussy was cleanly trimmed, and the stockings up her legs made her seem tall and imposing. The way she sauntered in with her hand on her hip was nothing less than confident, mirrored by her tone when answering Nick’s statement, which left Kelly feeling a little….lost in current events.<br/><br/><em>Why was Gianna doing this? What the fuck is going on?! Stunt? What stunt?</em><br/>