Strap her down

Taking a chance has never been a good thing. If you have learned anything in your line of work, it's that it's better to be safe than sorry. Despite her efforts to knock you off of her, she remains pinned on the floor, struggling and cursing as you strip her cloak off of her. On her body, are more knifes. Some are small and throwable, while others are somewhat longer and are for handheld use. You can tell by the handle alone that they are well-crafted. You took one out of it's sheath in the process of disarming and notice a clear substance dripping off of the dip. It appears they are laced with something too.

She curses and thrashes. You use one of the smaller knifes to cut the fabric of the cloak, peeling it away from her body like web. Soon, the cloak is nothing more than just a cut piece of blanket. Everything she's wearing is either black or red. Knifes and other pointed tools are strapped to her thighs and wrists. On her ankle there's a small pistol that you can't quite get rid of. Though she has traveled light, she's apparently armed to the teeth with weapons. You're pleased that you went the extra mile to make sure she was disarmed.

Though a broken sigh, she looks up at you, flustered and visibly pissed. "Feel tough now?"

She thrusts her hips a little, again failing her attempt to get up. You begin removing all of her blades, needles, and darts - quickly building a large pile of dangerous looking objects. You even managed to get the small caliber pistol off her ankle without her squeezing away from you. As far a you can tell, she is stripped from her weapons and her covers. You considered breaking her hands since she technically remains a dangerous threat to you, knives or not. All what she's wearing now is a skin tight shirt, dark jeans, and long boots. You still intend to question here, but you figure she's bound to get the upper head if you stay in this position. Not to mention, you are going increasingly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the girl lets out an annoyed sigh. "There's rope under that table over there. Your boots are absolutely murdering my hands right now. Literally, do anything besides this."

With **** caution, you pick her up while twisting her arm in a painful position. She grunts, only following your lead because of your forcefulness. Carefully reaching under the table, you pull out a small wooden box, flipping it open you find two long bundles of rope. In the room are several chairs; but only one of them looks to be in a good enough condition to be used to strap and tie her down. There was even a little oil lamp in the box; it's the first thing you were able to grab a hold of. You try to light it as fast as you can. Your efforts are met with the whole room being ignited in a soft, glowing light.

You throw her into the chair and begin bonding her wrists and torso to it. Eventually, you also find a way to have her legs strapped to it as well. The woman sighs and looks around, her mind somewhere else it seems. You grab one of the other chairs and sit across from her. Questions hatches in your brain already as you look at the...the actually stunningly beautiful bond woman in the chair...?

She notices your stare and darts daggers back with her eyes. "Fuckin' amateur, that took 20 minutes to do all this. Now what are you looking at?"

Shaking your head, you began to ask some scattered questions. First, you asked who she was. "I'm not telling you shit."

She spat, making it abundantly clear that you would have to cut off her fingers before she'd even squirm. You picked up one of her knives and marched towards. A look of panic shot through her, making you pause. She smiled and chimed. "I'm sure you've already heard of me once or twice before. Scarlet Blossom."

You rack your mind, but you can't recall reading or hearing the name she's given you even once. You shake your head, telling her that you haven't heard of her at all. She gives a somewhat sad frown before giving you an awkward, **** smile. "You're not from around here, are you?"

Remaining silent, you asked why she was here.

Scarlet's lips straighten. Now her expression is serious. "Why don't you tell me why you're here first. "

"I got a letter. Automatic Rifles Syndicate." You sit back down. She nods.

"I think...we might have gotten off on the wrong foot then." Scarlet replies. Your face melts into a state of confusion. "In fact, this is a huge misunderstanding, and for that, I apologize."

You tell her to explain what she means. She seems to relax a bit. Her blue eyes lighten and she starts to breath normally. "I was supposed to meet someone around here. Male, your height, contractor, a little bit of an amateur."

A scoff leaves your mouth. "Well, this amateur handed your ass to you."

Scarlet smiles at your comment, but remains silent. You lean back and consider what to do with her. "So, are we just gonna continue to talk until dawn or...?"

You notice that she's subtly twisting around her bonds. The untrained eye wouldn't have noticed, but you see the red burn marks on her wrists slowly brighten as time passes. Silently, you stare at each other, not saying a single She's aware you know what she's doing, and is fighting back a smile as she continues.

"Alright, lets say we were supposed to meet. What were you going tell me?"

She wrinkles her nose and sneezes. Her eyes squint slightly as she tries to wipe her mouth. "Well, I was going to talk you about gun running or smuggling some ****. Canada's a bit messy - lots of different factions up there. Russians, Alaskans, Canadians, the works. Guns for the factions, **** for the crime. Either way, there's money in it."

"Who's the Automatic Rifles Syndicate."

She groans. "ARS, the full name is a mouthful."

"Who are they?"

She rolls her eyes. "Have you been listening? I didn't travel all this way to give you a fucking history lesson. Are you interested or not?"

"Kind of," you say. "Seems sketch. This whole damn thing just doesn't seem right."

"What do you want? A blow job to let you know I'm actually telling you the truth?" She spits. You pause and look at her, giving it a thought. Scarlet's face wrinkles again. "You can't be serious. Are you actually considering that?"

A snort leaves your nose, you stand up and pace around the room. Scarlet laughs. "You fucking pervert. That catch your fancy?" She squints her eyes and gives a cat-like smile.

"You know...It's been awhile since I've been laid myself, and you aren't too bad of a looker." Scarlet spreads her legs slightly. Your legs stop moving. You turn just in time to see her lick her lips. "What do you say? Water under the bridge? I'd forgive a pretty girl like myself if I were you. I'd even let you use me in this chair - I like it rough."