Amaya seems to tense up as the pipes latch further and further around the curves of her body. She had to have..some way she could get out of this mess..<br/><br/>Sure..she could restrain her curse with potions and brews, but it still manifested itself..no matter how hard she tried. As the cold metal rund along her bare flesh..her eyes bolt open, and follow each pipe as it travels against her body, swallowing hard as she looks around nervously. She couldn't exactly reach into her pouch to try to brew something new..all of her ingredients would fall out! Swallowing hard, blonde ponytail dangling down to almost touch the floor..Amaya twitches, legs violently shaking from side to side as the freezing cold metal runs over her sensitive bits..not feeling quite ...too arousing, at least when it's so bitterly cold.<br/><br/>As each patter of freezing water hits her bare flesh, her body recoils..and lips slowly purse open, baring clenched teeth...<br/><br/><em>I've got to think of a way out of this somehow...!! But how..? I can't use my gun..I can't reach in my pouch..</em>