Grab the sword

You go to pick her sword up off the ground. She quickly reaches for it, letting a handful of bikini clatter back to the ground, but you snatch it away just in time.

She freezes, as you hold the tip of the sword beneath her chin: “Up.”

She gnashes her teeth with defiance. Ever so slowly she gets back up, clasping the bikini to her chest as she rises to her feet. You take a relaxed stance, with your hip towards her, and the sword held loosely in your grip, the blade tapping against the bottom of her chin. You drop your voice an octave lower, and offer a simmering gaze:

“Do you surrender, milady?”