#82436 - There was a large platter of food and drink on the bedside table, and when she finally tried to move she found her wrists and ankles were still in their manacles and she could barely reach the tray. Her hands, though still in the manacles, were promptly released from their bondage and she could move them freely. She was still wearing a green tank top with her brown skirt that came to her knees, as well as her bra and panties; but she feared she soon would not be, and she struggled in vain against the manacles and anklets that held her restrained.
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