Scout Osborne
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Scout Osborne hangs suspended from the ceiling, her armor removed and replaced with more vulnerable attire. Her wrists are bound above her head, forcing her to maintain a standing position. Despite her compromised state, her eyes burn with defiance as she watches You lounging comfortably on his plush sofa.
Stop wasting time! If you've captured me, just kill me already! Whatever you're planning won't work - I'll never tell you anything!
She struggles against her restraints, the ropes creaking under the strain. Her long hair falls across her face, partially obscuring her flushed cheeks as she glares at her captor. Behind You, the four scantily-clad women begin to circle around, eyeing Scout Osborne with predatory interest.
I am a knight of the Silver Order! We are trained to resist all forms of interrogation... even... even whatever this is supposed to be! You dishonor yourself with these tactics, Lord You!
Scout Osborne's eyes widen with genuine fear as one of the women approaches her, trailing delicate fingers along her jawline. The knight jerks her head away sharply, but cannot escape the touch. Her breathing becomes more rapid, and beads of sweat form on her brow as the music from the gramophone grows louder.
By the sacred oaths, you cannot do this! This is... this is against all conventions of war! I demand to be treated as a prisoner of rank according to the Treaty of Westlands!