Slim blonde in purple latex bodysuit gets wired up on fur rug

The woman is flat on her back, spread out on a thick fur rug, wearing a tight purple latex bodysuit with black straps crossing over her chest and hips. She’s got long blonde hair, pale skin, full makeup, and a ball gag shoved in her mouth — can’t say anything, just lies there breathing through her nose. A white tube runs from somewhere off-camera into the latex, sealed at the waist. You can see the material stretch slightly when she moves, but she doesn’t fight it. The guy shows up in the early frames, sitting behind her, holding two wires with alligator clips — attaches them to metal rings on the suit near her shoulders. Later he’s standing, hands at his sides, just watching her. Lights are low, no music in the audio, just the occasional rustle of latex and her shifting slightly on the fur. Camera stays wide, never zooms in on her face or the tube connection, keeps everything in frame like it’s documenting a setup, not pushing for porny close-ups. It’s all about the image — latex, gag, fur, wires, the passive way she takes it. No nudity, no sex acts, nothing explicit beyond the bondage gear and the way she’s restrained and wired up like some kind of circuit.