Alba Zevon comes through the balcony door in a white blouse and metallic mini, LV-style bag on her arm, before Tony Houston in the black hood clamps a hand over her mouth beside the blue/red couch. The red strap ball follows fast — drool already running — while natural rope builds a chest harness and locks her ankles on the sofa, then again on the tile when she tries to worm toward the kitchen for something sharp. He finds her, cinches wrists and thighs over pink panties, and puts her prone on the dark wooden table: red ball still seated, black stilettos up, ankle line tight under his tattooed hands. The last beat strips the finish further — body oiled, multi-wrap silver duct tape sealing her mouth, tan pantyhose hood stretched from scalp to bound ankles while the unused red ball sits on the side table. From Alba Loves Bondage.
