This evokes a particular Mrs. Emma Peel moment for me as when the heroine often found herself bound yet never expressed fright nor worry. There is something noteworthy in how the unclothed and pedestalposed subject still has her hair undishevelled in contrast to the stovepipe on the agent with the male gaze, whose boney frame is equally in contrast to the maiden's voluble contours. And what's going on with such a misdesigned wateringcan directed at the zoomorphic plant? Is this how your garden grows, Fifi?
This evokes a particular Mrs. Emma Peel moment for me as when the heroine often found herself bound yet never expressed fright nor worry. There is something noteworthy in how the unclothed and pedestalposed subject still has her hair undishevelled in contrast to the stovepipe on the agent with the male gaze, whose boney frame is equally in contrast to the maiden's voluble contours. And what's going on with such a misdesigned wateringcan directed at the zoomorphic plant? Is this how your garden grows, Fifi?
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