This is a thorough binding with old world spells. A part of Chen's heart flutters in fear, for she's not certain that she could escape this on her own. So it is good that when she glances, ever so shyly, up to the eyes of the huntress who called herself Rose, she sees gentleness and compassion. A part of her even wonders, in words unvoiced, whether this oh so strong huntress might wish the roles reversed and a strong Chen binding her to be hauled in for judgment at Sourcefall or Ys. 

Such thoughts are wiped from Chen's mind as Rose unwinds her scarf, and though she makes to protest, she gets out no more than a meep as her cry is silenced by the sight of the huntress before her wearing the thick woolen scarf and dangling it in her face with such a confident pose and that catlike gloating smile. Chen blushes and turns red again, trying to turn her face down, but Rose will not have it and presses the scarf into Chen more firmly, holding up her eyes so she must look upon her captor. The touch, moderated by the soft and fluffy fabric, feels like heaven and Chen finds herself unable to help leaning into it and pressing her head onto Rose’s arm.

It feels so tempting, this flushing little servant girl wearing nothing but loose silks, does it not huntress? So heedless of any fear, so happy from your touch that she nuzzles into you with pleasure. Do you not wish to lean in further? To take more? To steal a kiss from those blushing lips? 

But then the moment passes, and Chen tries to protest. "T-that's mine! My mommy knitted it for me so I'd stay warm! Give it back!"

Are these not sweet pleas to play with dear huntress? Ah, but don't you need to get going? After all, you and your little captive have a mission and your demon snake is gone now. It must be so hard not to simply play in this lovely, secluded clearing amidst the stars until sunrise. So hard, and yet so necessary, for the Way does not follow itself.