Looking at the other men in the room she pleads desperately with her midnight eyes.  Her panicked breathing causing her full round breasts encased in black lace to rise and fall in time.<br/><br/>As he unties her hands her first response is an almost overwhelming urge to try to grab the gun.  Thankfully that moment past quickly as she realized that even should she get possession of it, it wouldn't take long for them to regain it, almost certainly harming her... maybe even killing her in the process.  Better to stay awake, alive and let them think she is going along completely..  she might find a chance for a clean escape later.<br/><br/>Trying to calm her labored breathing she reaches behind herself, flipping the little hooks on her bra.  The pressure relieved from behind causes it to spring foreward hanging from her shoulders, the material barely covering her.<br/><br/>In an act of defiance she squares her jaw and her shoulders, thrusting her hands out behind her while keeping the bra straps on her shoulders,  the cups over her breasts, her eyes blazing in anger.