<strong>Below Deck</strong><br/><br/>Anastasius' slightly pleased grin at dropping the amazon smoothly faded as he had to step away from her sudden kick.  Obviously she'd not grasped what fate was in store for her, or perhaps she was simply enraged at being tripped.  Either way, he had to secure her quickly.<br/><br/>Dropping to his knees, he grabbed one of the ready manacles mounted into the deck and reached to try and pull her leg close enough to clamp the hard iron in place.  She was strong, but his hands were quick and steady.  One after the other the metal bands closed and latched.  A moment to adjust the chains and pull her out taunt and then he sat beside her helpless form, one hand tracing the valley between her breasts as he opened and swigged his wine.<br/><br/>"Now my tigress," he said softly, "Since you fought me, I am going to strip you bare."  He took a long pull of his wine and sighed.  "Remember this... I do not make threats, I make promises."<br/><br/>(OOC: 1d100=70 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1463714/) Dexterity Check succeeds)