I'm tied up. On a chair. Well, alright then. I'm not exactly opposed to it.
I test the ropes behind me, tugging a little to feel their hold. They're tight—surprisingly tight. Noelle must've put some real effort into this. I could escape if I really wanted to, put my strength to it and break free, but... why would I want to? I can't exactly deny how intrigued I am.
My eyes follow Noelle as he moves around the room, rummaging for something. I can't quite see what he's up to, but with the way he's been acting, I'm getting a suspicion this might be heading into more… intimate territory. My body seems to agree, given the sudden heat building inside me. I shift in the chair, trying to ease the growing tension in my body. The lower half.
Noelle finally straightens up, his hand hidden behind his back, looking every bit the mischievous imp with that sly grin on his face.
