He plays with her corset

"My, what a beautiful gown you've chosen to infiltrate our little party."

He ran his hands over the sides of her sculpted bodice, just barely grazing her breasts. She hissed a little but couldn't help wanting more. As if he read her mind, he smirked.

"Much like you, my dear Nova, I enjoy playing with my food."

"You plan to eat me later, do you?

"Only if you're good and tell me what I need to know."

"So ask a question - HEY!" She gasped as his hands came to the ribbons of her corset.

"Not yet. You're not ready. But you will be." He undid the bow slowly. "This is so nice and easily accessible. Did you wear it just for me? Never mind, I'm the one enjoying it."

He eased the laces and Nova felt the bodice shift on her body. Her pulse rose as it came closer and closer to sliding off and leaving her exposed.

Then he caught her eye, winked, and pulled. Instead of sliding to her waist, the corset was pulled tighter than it had before. Tighter than she had ever dared to wear it. The waist cinched painfully as her breasts were smushed an lifted on display. The neckline of the bodice sat just barely above her nipples, which she could feel had gotten hard. He pulled her restraints tighter too and she yelped out as her body contorted to the uncomfortable position.

"Now," he said, coming around to face her again. "That's better, don't you agree?"

"Fuck off. Strip me naked and be done with it. At least then I can breathe."

"Well if you insist..."