Go towards the Trapstress

Knightwoman decided to go towards The Trapstress. She figured it would be best tread familar ground. She had memorized the route that the thugs had used to take her down to the hot box so she knew where she needed to go. Still, she was careful as she made here way through the hallways of her lair. Being wary of pressure plates, tripwires and anything else that could set off a trap.

Yet, she was able to make her way back up to the room where she had first found The Trapstress. Opening the door, she entered the room. The lights where on so it seemed like there was someone in the room. Peeking around a corner, she spotted the Trapstress, lounging on a couch reading the paper while sipping wine, just as Knightwoman had earlier in the night. Not seeing her thugs anywhere, Knightwoman strode into the room.

"Game's over Trapstress." The villainess didn't even flinch. "Hey Princess. Did you enjoy the Hotbox?" Knightwoman blushed and advanced on the villainess. As she did, her foot depressed into the floor and she heard a click. Suddenly a net dropped from the ceiling and onto our heroine. As the heroine rolled around in the net, it started wrapping around her, getting tighter until she was essentially cacooed. "Agh!! What is this?" The Trapstress gave the heroine a hauty look. "That's my shrink net. It tightens when it comes into contact with something warm. Don't worry, it will just keep you restrained. It won't sufficate you or anything." She got up from the couch and laid next to the heroine. "Get me out of this thing Trapstress!!!" Soon enough. But first, I think you could use some sleep." She pulled a spray bottle out of he coat and sprayed it in the heroine's face. Knightwoman suddenly felt sleepy and passed out a few seconds later.

The Trapstress then snuggled up to the heroine. "Goodnight princess." She said as she gave her a peck on the lips. She then pulled out her phone and dailed a number. "Johnson? The sweet princess is up here. Would you be a dear and come get her?"