When the jet of colorless, odourless gas whiffed *right* into her face, Shaylia gasped in reflexive surprise- Just in time to take a full lungful of it!<em>Well,</em>she thought, as the world spun in a biurry arc, as her fingers unclenched,<em>This is just typi-</em>...<br/><br/><em>Oblivion</em>.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>"Ooohhhh..." When her eyes opened, Shaylia got a perfect ground-level view of...The ground. She was lying on it, after all, a punitive attempt to shift her arms and legs revealing that, yes, she *was* trussed hand-and-foot, her gear stacked in a neat pile to the side...And Baron Sukumvit looming above her, a decidedly<em>lecherous</em>grin on his face...<br/><br/>"Why,<em>thank</em>you," Shaylia purred, turning on the charm- Batting her long, long lashes, as she peered up at him, with eyes the color of jade. "It's an...honor...to meet you too, Baron." Her eyebrows rose as he started to undo his<em>robes</em>...Her tongue darting over her lips as she realised what was about to happen...<br/><br/>"Mmmm, I'd *love* to get to know you," the witch husked, her voice low, sultry...She'd been intending to seduce him, after all...This was merely a change of venue. "But these ropes...They *are* getting in the way...And they aren't<em>necessary</em>...Are they?"