The manacles that hold your wrists are crude and old, and you undo them with very little effort.
Your ankle cuffs are undone almost as easily, and you take a brief moment to stretch and relax your muscles, considering your options.
You hear the familiar clack of heels on ice approaching and quickly slide your wrists and ankles back into the unlocked manacles, feigning imprisonment.
"Oh good, you seem unscathed," says the beautiful woman, walking seductively toward you. "My pet has been growing more disobedient the more outlanders come through the pass. I think he's acquired quite a sweet tooth."
You stare coldly at the seductress as she lifts a strange, iridescent contraption from a nearby slab: like a large translucent helm, with a long, bejeweled tube extending from its face.
She leans over you, her large breasts all but falling out of her tight, half-open corset, lowering the strange helm onto your head.
"Please. Don't." You manage, as pathetically as you can.
But the woman just smiles at you. "Save your strength." She says.
You smile as well and the pale beauty seems momentarily confused. She pauses.
Her eyes go wide and she has just enough time to gasp as you slide your wrists and ankles from your unlocked cuffs and leap out of the chair.
You dive at the stunned woman, drawing her into an expert grapple. She grunts and squeals with effort, but she's no match for your skill! Soon it is her locked in the chair and you stand haughtily over her struggling, helpless body.
She cries out in some strange guttural language - yetish, you suspect. You freeze, momentarily, waiting for the monster to rush angrily into the room. But then you remember ...
"Your creature will be halfway down the mountain by now," you say, grinning. "I doubt he'll return anytime soon."
The terror in your former captor's eyes confirms your suspicion, she'll get no help from her monster for the next several hours (of course the beast will be pillaging a nearby hamlet in that time). You eye the strange, translucent helm on the floor nearby, and then look back at the helpless ice woman, her arms chained overhead, leaving her glistening under arms completely vulnerable, and lifting her breasts so that the pink of her nipples peeks enticingly just over the top of her scant bodice.
She stares angrily at you "I will drain you of all of your energy and then I'll feed you to my pet, you filth." She spits.
"A tall order for someone bound hand and foot in manacles." You reply. "Maybe I should stuff a gag in that rude mouth. Or maybe I should see what this helmet does."
The rage drains from her face, replaced by abject horror. You wonder what exactly that strange helm does. You could find out, of course, and maybe interrogate this strange and beautiful woman. Or you could make your escape. There is, after all, a nearby village just now being attacked by a savage snow monster! After some quick deliberation you decide to ...
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