Smirk and look her in the eye, but remain silent, applying double column ties to her thighs and ankles.

Theo meets Kelly's challenging gaze with a knowing smirk, his silence more unnerving than any verbal response. Without breaking eye contact, he kneels before her, rope in hand. Kelly's breath catches as she feels the first touch of hemp against her thigh.

The rope winds around her left thigh, then her right, binding them together. Theo's movements are precise and efficient, the pressure increasing with each pass. Kelly finds herself acutely aware of every point of contact - the brush of Theo's fingers, the tightening coils, the growing restriction of her legs.

As Theo moves to her ankles, Kelly's bravado begins to waver. The reality of her situation hits her anew - she's naked, bound, and rapidly losing what little freedom of movement she had left. A tremor runs through her body, a mix of apprehension and something deeper, more primal.

The ankle bindings cinch tight, and Kelly instinctively tests them. There's barely any give. She's now balanced precariously, her legs bound together from thigh to ankle. The vulnerability of her position sends a rush of conflicting emotions through her - fear, excitement, and a growing, undeniable arousal that makes her cheeks flush.

Kelly swallows hard, struggling to maintain her defiant expression. But her body betrays her, nipples visibly hard, skin flushed with more than just embarrassment. She opens her mouth to make another snarky comment, but finds herself at a loss for words, caught between wanting to continue her act and surrendering to the intense sensations overwhelming her.