Like a pretty decoration Viorica sat almost motionless in the middle of the room. With her legs locked behind her and arms to her side she could hardly move when she tried. Keeping her posture straight is a chain connecting her panel gag to the ceiling above. Between her legs is a magicwand and she knows what is to come; or thinks she does. Before switching it on Viorica's nipples are given a pair of clover clamps which are attached to the front of the table. As Viorica rides the waves of pleasure it doesn't take long before gets to be too much and she discovers her real predicament. To back away means to pull on her clamps; trapped in a vortex of pleasure and pain.