Two or three castings of Hold Person later, you have the poor young half-elf stripped and bound to one of those awful dining room chairs. She can do little more than struggle in vain against the ropes and glare at you with an all-consuming vitriol that does little to mask the fear behind her eyes. Every muscle in Astrid's body flexes as she fights against her bonds and her teeth grit dangerously hard against each other like those of a cornered beast.<br/><br/>You do have a chance to get a good look at the woman's body, though. Despite the strength and tone of her muscles, Astrid's elven blood keeps her body thin and pleasantly curved. Her short blonde hair falls just down to her neck and frames her strong, yet feminine face almost like a helmet. Looking a bit lower, you see a pair of modest breasts, just enough to get a good squeeze on. The twin mounds are capped with ruddy areolae that seem inverted at the tip. Her lightly furred sex doesn't protrude at all, leaving the vision of a neat slit. Then again, that could just be the lack of arousal.