You should conserve your tape (Pink Trigger)

"The wise thing to do would be to conserve your tape, right? You may need it later. It's useful for all sorts of things... won't you be the stupid one if you use too much right now and end up with an empty roll later, just because you felt embarrassed at the time?"

"Player... has anyone ever told you that you have the kind of cadence that makes a girl want to do the exact opposite of what you tell them to do?

Dammit. That bad, huh? No wonder this Pink Trigger has to work so hard some times.

"Well, if you tell me to use almost no tape, I'm going to actually use a ton of tape. That's just the way I'm wired."

Shit... That doesn't fit my erotica at all. I didn't tell her that. I told her, fine, maybe with all of that tape all over her, she'll look like a bondage enthusiast.

Greetings, I am piece H.I. Player. I've stumbled out into the rain, looking for some lost reading materials that were of a great personal value to me. I fear I may have lost them completely during the shipwreck that brought me here, but as long as my heart yearns inside my breast, I cannot forsake them. I've come to comb the beach, with only an umbrella for protection, in hopes that I'll find my lost materials.

Oh... There appears to be something on the beach after all. It's...

It's...

A mummy?!

There's a silver, taped up mummy lying here on the beach, with eyes peering out from an eye socket. How did... How did this get here?! How does someone even become bound like this?! Whatever the case, I have a duty to bring her inside, I feel... she can't even move, cocooned up like this. If I were an actual stranger, at this point, I'd be unable to ascertain the figure's identity... but with what knowledge I had, I had to assume I'd been burdened with carrying Furudo Erika. Ah... part of me wants to find a knife and cut this cocoon open, but I feel there are better possibilities waiting for me if I don't act so hastily.

I dropped my umbrella, then slung the tied up detective over my shoulders like a duffel bag. She was surprisingly willing to cooperate; I didn't feel her kick or squirm at all. Still... every now and then I looked into those gleaming purple eyes. It was as if she was laughing at me. You're the one that's tied up, you idiot detective...

I made my way up towards the guest house. On the way in, I saw Ushiromiya Kyrie waiting there. In her hands was... A gun?! Did she grow suspicious of me when I wandered away from the conference? Or had some unfortunate event already occurred?

Ah...

But what would she think when she saw a relatively unknown man holding a small, bound hostage, stumbling through the rain without an umbrella? Especially when that hostage suddenly started screaming through the tape on her mouth.

Kyrie leveled the gun and, like a responsible adult, fired, killing me with a single, well-aimed shot. Erika fell to the ground along with me, splashing into the mud, but I could tell that she was laughing.

"Well? What do you think? Simply by the knowledge that Player is a filthy pervert who will say whatever **** thing he can to start an erotic route, this level of reasoning is possible for Furudo Erika!" The meta-world version of the detective gave a smug curtsy as I clutched my head, sinking into my seat and feeling darkness encroaching around me, draining life, thought, and even restraint from me. Perhaps as a result, I began yelling at the top of my lungs.

Erika... Erikaaaaaaa!!

If you wrap your entire body in duct tape, it's not a duct tape bikini at all, is iiiiit?!

Reader, go back and find me the page where she wears a real duct tape bikini!!