As Rosen struggled, a laugh could be heard. It was a familiar laugh; one that had recently been burned into Rosen's mind. As she continued to laugh, Akina stepped into the light from the shadows, her armor removed, and this time, there was no "Gotcha" shirt, but a pair of full, round, ample breasts that a man could die for; however, a man would die for her breasts, as any man lusting for her usually found that to be their next action.<br/><br/>"Well, well, I would bother you, but it seems you're tied up at the moment," Akina said with another laugh as she swung her long, dark-purple hair back behind her. "Of course, then again, I do so like to bother my girls when they're tied up...it makes just..." as she trailed, she ran her hands over her breasts, "...for so much fun. You like fun, don't you?"