Tie Me Up, Nawashi

With three women hovering around her doing her makeup and Lochai's genteel professionalism, she's feeling at ease. Within a few minutes of speaking to her, Lochai has got her taking off her T-shirt (which reads "Skinny Little Bitch") and her sweatpants, revealing tattoos, pierced-nipples, surgically enhanced breasts, and a pair of tiny black panties.

"This is four-strand hemp rope, just to give you an idea," Lochai says, offering it to her for inspection. A techno song starts pumping from a portable stereo. He takes one of Stasha's arms and starts to lace it against her thigh.

"If at any point something hurts," he says, "tell me. How do you feel?"

"I feel great," she answers.

"Good," Lochai says. "I want you to be stoic. I want confidence. Do you have to wear your panties?"

"I don't have to," she says, removing them and revealing another tattoo straddling her mons. Lips pursed in concentration, Lochai continues tying Stasha up in a freeform style that isn't very constricting but is visually appealing. "This is good exposure for me," she says, "good publicity. And it's really a turn-on, even though usually I'm the one in control."

Don walks up, takes a series of shots from every conceivable angle. "You should be on a red Ferrari!" he tells Stasha. "Sounds good," she replies, the faintest hint of a smile crossing her glossy lips.

Deiter scopes out the best spot for a shot. Around 10 p.m., Don packs up his equipment, thanks Stasha, and bids adieu. The nude, bound beauty waves goodbye with her one free hand.