<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MPbFmsY.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Anastasia Valentine<br/>Class:  Hunter  (http://adventure.shoutwiki.com/wiki/Hunter)<br/>HP: 30<br/>Defense: 10<br/>Battle Status: In Combat<br/>Bondage: +3 Mittened &amp; Teased / +3 Torso Lock<br/></div></div></div><br/>Anastasia's cheeks were on fire, in which that result was the goal for the straps now gripping firmly between her legs. The huntress could bare it no longer, her muscles forced to break away from their struggle against the bindings as each attempt weakened not only her body but her resolve. What made the whole sensation worse was that the straps seemed to know how to tease her sexually, aiding in getting her worked up for a loss situation. That loss being that these knights could and would do whatever they wanted to whomever they catch, much like a huntress and her prey. Perhaps it was poetic justice or just a sick joke. Her thoughts wandered quickly to her comrades, expecting them to fall back and escape, leaving her to rot like in past experiences, one of the many reasons she usually fights alone. It would of easily been apparent by her facial expression, that her morale had dipped. Her features gave that of shame, embarrassment, disappointment and a twisted sense of pleasure.<br/><br/>"Ahhh...."<br/><br/>With a sensual moan, the straps had succeeded in reaching the first plateau of pleasure. Anna's sex had been rather sensitive as she hadn't been one to enjoy that part of life often and was now warm and damp within her own panties. The sensation hadn't been new, but still foreign, though the situation had been nothing she'd ever experienced. It was at that moment, Anna's grip gave, her bow falling form her hand onto the ground beside her. Not even nearly a moment later her knees gave, slipping forward into her knees and onto her back. Her overall appearance gave that of someone who was finished, less and less struggle against the bonds and more against the pleasure she so forcibly enjoyed.<br/><br/>"Nnn....!"<br/><br/>Had been Anastasia's response to Lyra's reassuring words, though she didn't appear it at the time she did pout when she described her cuteness being all tied up and helpless. However her vigor had been restored when Lyra lead a counter-charge and the others following suit, unable to believe that they'd stay for one another even though they barely knew each other. Especially Anna as she had been rather cold towards each of them previously, though with a restored vigor thanks to Lyra's words (in which she now feels indebted to) Anna once again attempted to struggle free. But by now the restraints had taken her and she was low on gas, the huntress remained on her back with legs squeezed together and hair whipped around messily as well as strands covering her facial features.<br/><br/>"Dammit.....!"<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack: Focused Escape<br/>Type: Standing Still<br/>Target: Mittened &amp; Teased<br/>Roll: 9 + 2 (11) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64523)<br/>Result: Failure<br/></div></div>