"Nervous?" he asks, as he approaches. "You must be very new, then. Most of Sephie's toys are all but begging for this, as soon as I walk in." He laughs, cruelly, lewdly appraising her, and licking his lips. "And since I know she wouldn't leave a belt like that one, herself, I'm going to assume it's stuck tight, so that means we don't get to have all the right kinds of fun." He laughs again, then lunges, aiming to grab her by the hair, and drive her to her knees, before him.<br/><br/>(Ref save, DC 17, to avoid his grab, and get a chance to strike back, if you like.)