Irina lifted her head the music cut out and the door slid open.  It was hard to focus.  Her head felt like someone was using it as a drum, and every joint in her body screamed in protest from having been held in such a position for so long.  She was chilled, the room just could enough to leave her shivering without endangering her, her small nipples stiff.  Her eyes took a moment to focus on the men filing in through the door, then went into overdrive.  What was his plan now?  Could she use it to her advantage?  Not while bound, that much was certain.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry, I don't do private shoots."</strong>She informed them, though her pain was clear in her voice.<strong>"If you'd like to arrange an appointment, please call my secretary."</strong>It was the most resistance she could manage, for now, her head dropped again as her head roared back to full strength, and she let out a soft groan.