Try to break free of the grasping tendrils

You tug at the rubbery restraints as they loop around your arms and legs, hoping a quick movement will snap a few of them loose and give you a chance to turn the tables on your assailant.

Unfortunately, the black substance that the tendrils and walls seem to be made of has some give to it. It stretches to accommodate your struggling, but tightens up again once you stop pulling against it. The one good thing about it is that it seems to glow faintly; since the room is made out of it, you can still see well enough.

"That never works~. I've even caught a minotaur before...it was a tight fit." The mimic giggles, as more tendrils wrap your arms and legs, covering them up almost entirely.

Her arms around your neck pull your upper body closer, your restraints leaving you suspended in the air, tipped forwards at the mimic's whim.

From in so close, you can see she's incredibly good-looking, and you forget your current situation for a moment as she leans her head in close, lips parted as if going in for a kiss.