Beatrice stood there. Her long, toned, muscled, bare legs were spread wide by the tight chains on her feet even as her hands were pulled up over her head, pausing her breasts to flatten ever so slightly in her tight white tee. Those white legs trembled as she looked out over the tight bit gag. "Mphg?" was all she could ask.

Sarah's head turned away as the man brought her under control. "My name is Sarah." she repeated stubbornly. "And i just wanted to make my friend more comfortable."