If looking at the robe had made the infiltrator think of a spider's web, actually being wrapped up in the cloth makes her feel like she's trapped in one. Especially given the way that the red-headed woman moves, folding and creasing and wrapping with the speed and efficiency of an apex predator pouncing on its prey. Granted, that might be a bit of a dire description of the situation, but Rauko can't help but to feel stuck somehow...<br/><br/>And then it's done, and she's standing all wrapped up in a bow with the other woman's arms around her waist. Strangely enough, the fact that the other woman is lingering a bit is more comforting than unsettling at the moment- most likely because for the past couple of hours, Rauko has felt like public enemy #1.<br/><br/>"I... um..." That ruddy red rolls through her cheeks again, and the infiltrator shakes her head. "I don't think you can really help me breath around this binding, so I think I'm good when it comes to clothes."<br/><br/>Gingerly, the blue-haired woman turns around to face her counterpart, teeth working gently against her lower lip as she tries to figure the situation out.<br/><br/>"Um... I do have one more thing I could ask of you, I guess. Do I know you from somewhere? You... seem very familiar, for some reason."