A problem with ropes

You're not lying in your bed when you wake up, but sitting on what is probably the most uncomfortable chair in the room since it resembles a kitchen chair. You take a drowzy moment to wonder what's happening, then realise that your hands are tied behind your back and behind the back of the chair with ropes.

A glance outside the window tells you that its morning, as the grey sky is lightening. You're still in your room, and you notice that you're not alone. But at least she's better than the guards.

The woman is sitting opposite you in one of the armchairs with a small smile on her face, and one leg crossed over the other. She can't be much more than twenty, and she's stunningly beautiful, with long silky black hair and body to die for- her legs seem to go on forever, and her breasts are large and pert. She's wearing knee high boots and tight leather trousers with a simple white shirt.

"Rise and shine," she says.

"Good morning," you answer. "Erm... who are you, and why am I tied up?"

She laughs, and claps her hands together gleefully. "I am your captor, but I'm not going to tell you my name, and you are tied up because you're my prisoner. You might not be aware of this, but there's a nice bounty on your head. I recognised you the moment you stepped into the inn, and, well... the rest is history."

"How did you get me tied up in a chair without waking me? Good work on that, by the way."

"Thankyou. I have my ways."

"How nice for you. Now, how about letting me go? You realise I'm a very angry knight with a reputation for killing the things that get in my way?"

"I know. But unfortunately... no. The guards will be here shortly, and you'll be arrested and I'll get my money. But until then..." She stands, and walks over to you. Her movements are elegant and silky and sexy all at once. "Still," she says, straddling your lap, "it's a pity to have to turn in someone who's as handsome as you."

At this point, you suddenly move your arms and grab her by the throat with one hand. "Luckily, you won't get the chance," you growl. You thank the gods that you practiced your spells the previous evening- for one of the few spells you know is to free yourself from bonds, and you've performed it while she was talking to you.