Nikki Foxx and Ember Reign step back into their apartment still buzzing from an architect’s request to dig into his partner’s books — and the partner’s priceless jewels. He arrives at their door with a roll of silver tape. White cloth wads go in first; layer after layer of duct tape seals every mumble; more strips cinch their chests as the lingerie comes into play. Left on the living-room sofa, then dumped on their own rug, the two bound P.I.s twist and hop while a hotel porter is about to walk in on the scene. The free preview montage hits Nikki’s stairs-landing ID, the cloth-wad stuffs, the dual tape seal, the sofa truss, Ember’s tape-gag close, and Nikki’s rug payoff.
Faphouse
