Idiots. Esma couldn't believe they'd been suckered in by some glitzy photo booth. Whoever was dumb enough to think that would work had now been proven right. That pissed Esma off. As the drug wore off and she slowly came-to, she was met with Rich's pleasantly symmetrical face staring back at her half-asleep. He was naked. She was naked. They were locked together in some sort of contraption. He was on the bottom, legs outstretched and locked to the padded ground with multiple thick black bands. She was straddling him, her calves locked down like his, but her hips in some sort of harness that locked into rails running vertically on either side of her. It looked like she should be able to run her hips up and down along them, but she was locked in place, with some sort of inactive motor holdin
