The lady of the House

A tall, blonde woman walks in.
She's fit and dressed in a kimono.

"Were you expecting someone else? I bet you were, dear.
My brother was never here.
Oh and you may speak if spoken to...for now."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You seek treasure and things of great wealth, do you not," the woman asks.

Lara nods.

"Well, so do I. Many of them are here, but there was one that I was missing."
"What's that?"
"You really haven't guessed it, have you? The treasure...is you!"
"What are you talking about?!?"

The woman smiles and chuckles softly.

"You are the treasure. You have kept so much from people like me. Men and women in my position will pay good money to own you...to control you..."
"You're sick!"
"And you're property. More importantly, you're pliable property."

She demonstrates this by getting closer and rubbing Lara's left arm.
All of the nerves are super sensitive now, due to the oil.

"Every part of you is sensitive to the touch. Every...part."
She runs a hand down Lara's left thigh...and then grabs the bottom of her breast.

Lara bites her tongue not to moan in immense pleasure.

"Now then, in spite of you being my property, I'll let you decide one thing. Which one do you want?"

She goes to a drawer near the bed and pulls out a medium size box (like a cigar box).
She opens it and Lara sees...