As soon as Felina's ankle rope fell from her legs, a buzzing sound sounded. Jack Cruelson immediately announced to both contestants and to the public that any struggling was immediately and momentarily suspended.<br/><br/><strong>"I am now calling for Marion, Miss Felina's assistant to come on stage. Here she comes, please applause her!"</strong><br/><br/>As<strong>Marion</strong>arrived, blushing heavily, the anchor continued his explanation.<br/><br/><strong>"Felina has managed to free her ankles. This entails two consequences: first, she is now on level 2, which means that the next time a restraint will be added to her body, it can consist of rope and string, but also of straps and leather restraints. Anyway, it does not seem it going to happen any time soon. The second consequence is that you are now entitled to add a new restraint on Louise's body. As if she needed, the poor soul."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Still, I want to remind you the rules: Louise is still at level 1, so only soft, rope-like restraints are allowed. Moreover, the new restraint cannot cover or serve the same purpose as a restraint that is already in place. Please proceed!"</strong><br/><br/>Marion made a stiff curtsy and stepped onto the track. She looked at Louise twisted body intently, assessing how her bondage was doing. Every knot seemed in place and secure enough. The rope gag was in bad shape however. It was obvious that Louise had been cutting it from inside, in a way the assistant could not fathom yet. She would have to explore the question at the next opportunity, but now she could do nothing against it.<br/><br/>The way Louise was bound did not leave much options to Marion. Everything that could be tied already was, and binding her knees as they were so far apart made no sense. She considered tying her nipples and connecting them to her toes, but with whatever tool Louise had in her mouth, it would only be giving her an easy way to free herself from her restraints. She was reluctant to add anything close to her mouth for now.<br/><br/>This left her with blindfolding her or removing one piece of her clothings, most probably her lycra leggings. The latter would certainly get her the favour of the public. No, she would go for the blindfold. Then she would be truly helpless and she might consider stripping her.<br/><br/><strong>"Bring me the scarf blindfold,"</strong>she said to a stage hand, who soon came back holding a long piece of black material.<br/><br/>Marion grinned evilly at Louise.<strong>"You seem rather tired, my dear,"</strong>she whispered. And then she began to use the scarf to sponge the sweat that abundantly dribbling over the bound artist's body. She rubbed it against her armpits, around her bound feet and even against her crotch, even though it was covered under the leggings and panties. She brought it to her nose and emphatically wrinkled it with disgust, even though it was mainly for the show.<br/><br/>Only then did she began to coil the two-metre-long scarf around Louise's head, passing several times over her eyes. She tightened it as hard as she could and then tied the ends together. The first knot was at the back of her head, the next one was over her left eye and the third one over her right one, making sure the scarf was tightly pressed against her face so that no light could pass along the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/><strong>"I am done,"</strong>Marion said finally.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's resume the duel then!"</strong>Cruelson announced. A buzz resounded, announcing the challengers that they could start struggling again.