Nicolette

Nicolette looks like she walked straight out of innocence and straight into the wrong hands. Sweet. Young. Eager to please. She clips the cuffs on herself and feels the weight of giving up everything—her body, her timing, the right to say how she gets off. The first wave of ice hits her skin and she shivers hard, fighting to stay quiet, to stay good. Every breath pulls tighter against the ropes. She suffers, but it’s the kind of suffering that turns her on, whether she admits it or not. When Chanta finally frees her, Nicolette’s eyes are sharp again. She turns it around—challenges Chanta to take the ice, to feel that same cold bite, to lose control the way she just did.