Take advantage of situation.

“Well well well who do we have here? A thief trying to escape?” The owner of the mansion said teasingly.

“I must say, I didn’t think a thief your size would be able to sneak in here, although if I had to guess you tried to steal something of mine resulting in your current possession.” Chris said as he looked at her enormous behind as she was stuck halfway through.

A flush spreads across Nyra's face as she feels your gaze settle on her trapped form. She turns her head just enough to glare over her shoulder, silver strands of hair catching the dim light filtering through the window.

"Listen here, you creepy collector," she snaps, though her voice lacks its usual confidence, strained by the awkward position. "Either help me get unstuck or call someone who can, because I'm not gonna stay like this!

Her hips shift slightly, the movement making the fabric pull taut across her generous curves.

“Now why would I do that when your completely at my mercy now?” Chris said eyeing her massive rump jiggling and wiggling around.

Chris’s words send a visible shudder down Nyra's transform frame. She strains against the window frame again, muscles tensing beneath suddenly plush curves, but only succeeds in making her blouse buttons threaten to pop open entirely.

"You're sick," she spits, though the effect is somewhat ruined by how her voice cracks mid-sentence. Her breathing grows noticeably quicker, whether from exertion or something else entirely. "And I don't need anyone's mercy, especially not some perverted artifact hoarder."

Despite her defiant words, there's a new wariness in how she angles her body - less about escaping now, more about presenting less of a target. The necklace dangles precariously from her fingertips, its golden surface reflecting the overhead lights.