Yes, and Alice overpowers you

"Well, I could always use the practice," you ponder aloud. After some consideration you answer, "Alright, I'm game!"

"Awesome!" Jumping off the bed, Alice immediately gets into a mock-fighting stance. You giggle a little at how excited she is for this, but you follow suit and mirror her position. "On the count of three, Lua," she announces, "you ready?"

"Okay th-"

"Three!" Immediately she pounces on you, catching you off guard and knocking you back. Coming to your senses, you protest at the unfairness, but she simply ignores you in favour of trying to bring you to submission. Struggle as you might, you are unable to overcome her grappling, with her petite body over yours in an already advantageous position.

Slowly, your pushed all the way until your back hits the floor, and she's pressing down completely on top of you. You try and bring up your knee attemtping to land a hit on her stomach, but she wisely avoids it, letting go of you to dodge the hit. With your arms now free you try to push yourself up from the ground, but she takes advantage of your **** position by closing in on you to grab your shoulders. With a heave, she roughly flips your body so that you're in a face down position, and before you can react, she sits on your lower back and grabs your right arm, twisting it behind you.

You know you've been beaten. With your other arm free, you tap the floor twice, signalling your surrender. "I give, I give," you say, "you win this one Alice."

"Of course I won," she smugly replies, "now you're my prisoner! Muahahaha!"

Apprehensive of what was to follow, you ask "A-are you gonna tie me up now?"

"Yep!" She replies in affirmation. She quickly helps you up, and turns you around so she stands behind you. "Come now, hands behind your back," she instructs.

You comply, wondering if she always keeps restraints on hand for situations like these. You feel metal encircling your left wrist, handcuffs ratcheting into position. You quiver as she secures your other wrist behind you, soaking in the sensation of surrendering to your closest friend. She's done this to you so many times before, but it never gets old.

Getting into character, her deameanor swiftly changes as she roughly turns you around, and shoves you backwards making you land on your ass. "Now then," she orders with an evil smile, "you will tell me where the precious treasure is hidden, you little whelp, or suffer my wrath!"

You struggle to stifle your laughter at her hammy acting. You do your best to stay in character, as a damsel in distress (once again).