Refuse!

You refuse to do it. It's just too much. An actual kiss? But, that was a huge mistake. Alison grins wide, like an excited demon, and scoots closer to you on the couch.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Come with me, missy," she says as she bends down to pick up your discarded shirt.

She stands up from the couch, and beckons you with a single finger. You follow soon behind her, though pausing to retrieve your bra, and she leads you into her bedroom. It's tiny, but barely fits a double bed and her dresser. With one hand, she gestures towards the top of her bed.

She tosses you the shirt, and nervous of what's coming next, you put both garments back on.

"Please lay down. You lost. Now it's time for the punishment... Arguably, I think it's a reward. I just like calling it punishment to sound ominous."

With a nod and great worry, you lay down on her bed and watch as she begins digging around in a dresser drawer. She stands back up, shifting up to you with something hidden behind her back. She takes a soft grip of your wrist, but in one quick motion, snaps a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs both to said wrist and the bed frame. Your eyes widen in panic.

"Calm down. I told you I'd never let anything _bad_ happen to you. This'll be fun. Isn't that what this girl party is all about? Fun?"

Before you can answer, she snaps another pair of handcuffs to your opposite wrist, leaving both your arms outstretched and stuck. You're completely at her mercy.

"Let me show you my most favourite possession."