You'd blush at the compliment if the person saying it wasn't basically straddling you. You begin to struggle, but she pins your wrists together with one hand.
"Let's see what you're hiding." She picks up the bottom of your shirt and lifts it until it's completely covering your face, eyes and all, leaving your bare chest on display. "Ooh!" she tittered, "I like what I see. So much so that I think I'll keep you." You don't like the sound of that, so you resume struggling. Unfortunately, she let's out the least favorite sound of every thief. "Guards! Guards! Help! Help me! There's a thief in my room! A thief! Help!" This just makes you struggle even harder, forcing her to get off of you. She takes your shirt with over your head and over your arms.
You seize your chance to escape, but you suddenly feel some material being forced into your mouth. Apparently, she had balled up your shirt and was now using it as a gag. The doors burst open and three guards burst in, rapiers drawn. "Are you alright, my lady?" asks one with a helmet that made it look like he had a bowl on his head.
"No thanks to you, Mohor," she snaps, "this thief could've made it away with my brooch and who else knows what by the time you got here! Now strip him of his boots and pants before you bind him!"
You manage to break out of her grip, but are so winded that you don't notice the pig faced guard and his comrade with the frizzy hair sticking out of his helmet jump you until you feel your arms being yanked away from you. As they begin to tie you up, Mohor removes your boots and then Yanks your pants down, revealing several stolen goods (you don't care for that, you're too busy thanking that you remembered to put on clean underwear.) "Hey, look at this haul!" exclaims the frizzy haired guard.
"Yeah, that must be quite a pair of pants to hold all that dough," adds the pig faced guard.
"Lharys! Kurleket!" their mistress barks. "Once you've secured his upper limbs, do the same to his lower ones." The two oblige while your weapon is also confiscated. Once the guards are done, the noblewoman turns your back to the side of her bed and picks up your blade. "Mohor, Lharys, stand guard outside. Kurleket, take the goods to our host, then request for sentries at the foot of this tower." She gives them her instructions without glancing up from your knife.
"Yes ma'am." The three stooges respond and leave to carry out their orders. The minute they're gone, the noblewoman looks up at you and shuffles seductively to you. "Such a fine blade," she muses with what you think is a sociopathic smile. "You know, I think it's sad that a handsome stud such as yourself has to resort to thievery." She's close enough so that you could see down her cleavage. "Live with me and you won't have to. Or," she brings your dirk to your throat. You gulp as best as you can while also trying keep away from the pointy tip, "the consequences will be grave. But in the meantime," she moves your dirk away from your throat and down to your belly, which you instinctively suck in...try to, anyway, "what will I do with you?"
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