<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6d/Medieval_cloak_wool_03.jpg)</div><strong>Ropes</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1COUSCOm6Sn1CQv1SHsQ4bw69uUFyFq6-8BjXLs0xn_I/edit)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Zap, Lab Techs<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tagan</div><div class="spoiler_body">      Ropes left a two coils of chord from his belt by the door as he walked the girl in panties, blouse and lab coat over to the toolbox.  He pondred for a moment, then looped one of his tendrils--the two living ones from under his shirt and cloak, not one of the normal ropes--lightly around her waist.  "Get started," he said in a soft, stern voice.  </div></div>