Well, you can't fault her observational powers. Your target can see that under your 'work clothes' of plain, sleeveless leather jerkin, black trousers and simple boots there is a swan. Under most circumstances, you'd appreciate that a woman of such refined taste had paid you a compliment. Unfortunately, you don't really have time to take it in when she has pinned you to the ground under her weight. If you don't act quickly, the only compliments that you'll be receiving will be from your guards.. or from the public when they put you in the pillory. You get the feeling that they will be a lot less kind and decide to act.
Reaching for your dagger, rope and other tools is out of the question. Reacting on pure instinct, you buck wildly and attempt to throw her off but your would-be target seems to have anticipated your maneuver, catching your flailing wrists and pins them to the ground. You seem to have messed with the wrong noblewoman. You thrash around wildly, trying to free your hands, but she merely shifts her weight a little and keeps you trapped.
"Get off me! Don't make me hurt y-" Your empty threat is cut-off by your least favorite sound in the world: the shrill sound of a noblewoman screaming for the guards.
"Guards, Guards! Thief! Help me!" She sounds dainty and helpless, as if she's not just easily subdued you. The noblewoman leans closer to you, as you caught her while she was changing, her long hair slips loose and brushes against your face. She fixes you with an possessive, sadistic expression. The expression seems to go with her whitened face, creating a very chilling effect.
"It is such a shame that someone so pretty can act so brutish and rude. You will never get ahead that way, little thief." Her tone is sweet and condescending, with a strong hint of menace behind it. "You will not have to worry, though. Once you are all snug in the dungeons, I will be sure to personally educate you in manners.."
Being the smart sort of rogue, you determine that her terrifying stare and sinister tone indicate that these aren't the sort of lessons you should be enthusiastic about taking. You can hear the guards storming towards the room and you know that if they get there, you're in for one hell of a schooling. You muster one final, heroic burst of strength and make a desperate attempt to throw her off...!
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