Laugh and ask her to talk about her interest and history with bondage.

Theo chuckles, amused by Kelly's bravado. "Oh, I'm sure you can," he says with a knowing smirk. He adjusts one of the cameras, zooming in slightly on Kelly's face. "But before we get to that, why don't you tell our viewers a bit about your interest in bondage? What drew you to this kind of modeling?"

Kelly's confident facade falters for a moment, caught off guard by the question. She hadn't expected to be put on the spot like this. Her mind races, trying to come up with something impressive-sounding. "Well, I've always been fascinated by... the artistry of it," she begins, her words coming out a bit too quickly. "You know, the intricate rope work, the way it accentuates the body's curves..."

She trails off, painfully aware of how hollow her words sound. The truth is, she knows next to nothing about bondage beyond what she's seen in a few racy movies. Kelly's cheeks flush pink, embarrassment creeping in despite her best efforts to appear worldly and experienced.

Clearing her throat, she tries again. "As for my history with bondage, well..." Kelly lets out a nervous laugh, then immediately curses herself for it. "Let's just say I'm more of an... admirer from afar. But I'm excited to dive in and experience it firsthand today." She flashes what she hopes is a seductive smile at the camera, but inside she's cringing. God, could I sound any more like a clueless newbie?

Her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt as she speaks, betraying her nervousness. Kelly can feel Theo's eyes on her, no doubt seeing right through her act. Part of her wants to bolt for the door, mortified by her own ignorance. But a larger part, one she's not quite ready to acknowledge, thrills at the idea of being at the mercy of this experienced rigger. Her nipples tighten beneath her tank top, a physical betrayal of her growing arousal.