I remind her that she's a character in this story, too (Pink Trigger's Power >29)

"Gretel... As a character in my story now, you are also on the board. You're susceptible to my Pink Trigger. I know you didn't understand the rules of the game yet, but you've fallen much too readily into my trap."

"What, you dragged me into this story just to shoot me with your Pink Trigger gun? That's low..."

Hmhmhm... Sometimes, the low road is the one that must be taken to reach the appropriate destination. I produced my Pink Trigger pistol and began to load the chamber, smiling across the fire at my assistant like a demon myself.

Don't worry, Gretel. I'm not so cruel that I'll shoot an unarmed woman that's surrendering to me. If you'd like to surrender, simply finish changing out of your wet things, like I asked you to. If you don't comply, I'll simply help you out of them, like the gentleman marksman that I am.

"How about I just throw your book back in the trash?"

As if you can do that! You came this far, didn't you? You want to see this through the right way, with an appropriate ending! Now take off that soaked white schoolgirl blouse of yours! Or start with the skirt, that might be even better! I like the shirt-only look!

Gretel continued to defy me, sighing now and crossing her arms. I wanted to be a gentleman, but you've **** my hand, you erotic assistant! I'll take what I want with these six bullets! I raised my pistol and fired...

At that moment, a small creature appeared... he was blond, with a big red scarf and yellow lion pajamas. He couldn't have been any taller than Ushiromiya Maria... At any rate, I was amazed to find my pistols bounce off of an effortless barrier that he immediately produced. Shit! I'd fired all six!

"Uryuu... Don't bully my master!" the small child cried, waving his long pajama sleeves above his head.

"Are you such a stupid writer that you forgot I can also use magic?" Gretel sighed deeply, approaching me with a book in hand. It was the Mariage Sorciere... she was reading another spell as she came closer. Ha ha... I'm not into little boys, but your lion is actually pretty cute. What are you going to summon next, a little rabbit boy? Soon the whole chapel will be filled with your adorable minions, huh?

Things didn't go the way I'd thought they would. Instead of another cute child, Mammon, one of the Seven Stakes of Purgatory, appeared. Wasn't she supposed to be Beatrice's furniture?! I desperately attempted to load my gun while Mammon cackled and began to bounce around the room in stake form.

"So long, Mister Player. <See you again, never.>"

Greteeeel! I can see your bra, you knooooow! I watched her eyes widen as she crossed both hands across her soaked shirt in embarrassment. Hah! Having seen that cute expression, this is my victory!

Gurgle... Squish... I died with a magically planted stake sticking out of my chest, the first **** on the eve of a day full of them.