Grab for whatever she's holding
From Create Your Own Story
You lunge forward and grab her hidden arm, yanking it out from behind her back – but it is holding nothing!
Her other hand flashes up, a wicked, curved dagger gleaming as she presses its cold edge against your throat. You freeze. The woman steps in close.
"Now now, you naughty boy," she drawls. "You must've grab what isn't yours. Not yet, anyway." She gives a wry smile at this.
As she talks, she slips her thigh deliberately between your legs, grazing your crotch with a feather-light touch.
Do you:
