Araña shifted on the black sheets of her bed as he approached, moving from her reclining position to her knees, leaning forward to greet him. She spread her legs, the hem of her dress pooling behind her as the alabaster skin of her thighs beg him to look to her loins. As she leaned, she gave the knight a full view of her bulging bosom in the halter top of the dress. The point of his sword hovered directly over where her heart lay.<br/><br/>“Would you have me beg for my life?” she questioned as she painted a distraught look on her face.<br/><br/>For a moment, she held the pained helpless look on her face, and then broke out in another smile. She flicked her wrist, finger swishing through the air. The movement was simple and plain, non-threatening…had she not been a sorceress.<br/><br/>Through her unheard command, thin silk threads lying crisscrossed along the floor like a web rose from their anchoring on the walls and ceiling. The knight had been so enthralled by her presence that he did not take heed to them underfoot. If he had, he might have lunged for her immediately and run her through.<br/><br/>But now the brilliant threads rose, forming a net. The strands squirmed like millions of tiny worms, coming together around his wrists, ankles, and thighs. Their countless numbers joined until they were six thick white strands of web holding him spread eagle at the foot of her bed by his limbs<br/><br/>Araña chuckled wickedly, flipping her cascading black hair behind her shoulders as she slid off her bed. “Fool. You walk to the center of a spider’s web, but take no heed to her snares.”<br/><br/>His sword had clattered to the floor before him, wrenched from his hand by her web. It was close enough for him to stoop and pick up, but the bindings pulled him taught. The blade felt heavy as Araña picked it up from his feet, then propped it against the wall, putting it forever out of his reach.<br/>