Wiggling in her bonds MeyMey looked around with an exhausted look on her face, four hours she had been tied up in this now thought to her ridiculous position, how much longer did she have to linger under the studio’s lights for a standard shoot? With a click to her right the lights dimmed, sending Mey into a sweeping shroud of darkness. Letting her feline eyes adjust to the black she scanned the room for movement only to realize that she was alone in the studio, no one around to untie her from her bindings. With a sigh she rolled her eyes, her voice coming from her supple lips with an annoyed tone “It’s going to be a long night. . . “
Poor Mey Mey. Someone oughta go get her out. Or maybe just have one’s way with her and then let her go…maybe.