(Grill) Threaten to cuff her if she disrupts your investigation

Brunhilde's tactics would probably work against anybody else on the island, but you weren't going to roll over and show her your belly just because she started playing hardball. You walked back towards the door with the intention of walking past her. When you reached the doorframe, she held out her hand to push back against your chest and keep you out. Instead, you kept moving, leading her to instead wrap one of her meaty arms around you, trying to restrict your breathing as well as your body.

"I wasn't playing around, asshole. You're not getting anywhere near Yara," she reiterated, her voice lightly strained with the difficulty of holding you back.

You grabbed a hold of her wrist and in a quick, practiced action attached your handcuff there. While she was surprised, you freed your neck, then attached the other end of the cuffs to her other wrist, leaving her holding her bound hands up in front of her face.

When she lowered her spiked gloves, she took off the pointed hood she was wearing, revealing her face. To your surprise, her expression was gleeful, a challenging smirk painted across it. "Ha ha ha... You're pretty fun after all," she admitted, now letting her cuffed wrists fall to around her lap and dropping the executioner hood onto the floor. "Not a lot of cops can get cuffs on me without getting their asses beat first."

It sounded like she had a long history with being handcuffed... It also occurred to you that with her hands cuffed and just the black leather on with no hood, she looked a lot more like she was ready for a night of bondage than chopping anybody's head off.

Sensing you were looking down on her, she flipped her bangs, then tilted her chin up. "Of course, I'm pretty good at **** a guy out with his own cuffs. Want me to show you?"

You politely declined, then revealed a small key held between two fingers. You warned her that if she wanted to get out of those, she was going to have to play nice with you.

"I don't let people toy around with me. If anybody tries, I kick their ass, whether it's you or Wanda Croft herself. When Yara got invited to this mansion, I'll confess, I knew that Wanda was going to pull some kind of stupid trick. I knew that I'd be the only one with the mettle to push back against her," she boasted, holding out her hands so you could unlock the cuffs. "I was really looking forward to putting her in her place."

You couldn't help pushing her on that a little. So even though she didn't have any prior history with Wanda, she saw her as an enemy? Someone to be conquered?

"Sure, yeah. It'd benefit my boss too. With Wanda out of the way, Yara would be top dog in this little magic trinket rat race." She continued grinning as you freed her and she began flexing her fingers, rotating her hands up and down. "You're trying to make me confess to something, huh? You want me to be an accomplice in some plan of Yara's? I'd never drag her into it, if I was going to do something. I'd also never use fucking magic, I'll tell you that. I wouldn't need that to make Wanda do whatever I wanted her to do."

Why did it sound like she was trying to incriminate herself? She was practically licking her lips, daring you to pin this on her. As she pulled her arms away, you noticed her top had become displaced in the struggle... her nipples were poking out from the pale flesh of her breasts, like she'd become aroused just from the fight. When she saw you looking, she only grinned wider.

"Ha ha ha... Are you blushing?" she asked, fixing the band slowly into place with no sense of urgency.

You didn't think you were, but it was hard to stop staring at her chest either way.

"You're thinking about handcuffing me and keeping it going... tearing off my top... pulling down this loincloth thing and digging in with your fingers...?" she questioned, moving closer and whispering into your ear. Then, she pushed past with her shoulder, knocking you into the opposite wall. She crossed her arms across her chest and put on her usual hard frown, which you glimpsed for just a moment. "Well, forget it. Don't you have a job to do? Then how about you let me do mine, too."

You couldn't see her face any more as she walked away, but with the swish of her hips, causing the back cloth to sway from side to side and reveal her sculpted ass-cheeks, you couldn't help but think she was still taunting you...

"I've got shit to do. Go talk to Yara if you've got to."

It sounded like that was your all clear to head inside without her pushing you back out for the umpteenth time.

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