Ropes tighten around her torso, pulling her arched body into a perfect curve as the silver-haired woman lets out a shaky breath. Dark hemp strands wrap around her waist and thighs, leaving little skin uncovered as she dangles just above the floor. Her tits rise and fall with every shallow inhale, the ropes groaning softly under her weight. One leg bends at the knee, the other stretches out, toes curling against the air. The ropes shift with each tiny movement, the friction making her skin flush pink where they press in. A quiet whimper slips out when the rigger adjusts a loop around her ribs, her spine tensing before relaxing into the suspension.
