Book Five: Chapter 151

“Oh!” Eulalie felt her spinnerets moving, and she realized that her body was producing webs. Knots, hundreds of them, flitted through her mind, each one perfect for a different situation. Some were good to prevent strain on the rope, others to prevent strain on the participant. Different weaves could produce ropes so smooth that they wouldn’t leave a mark, or thick ones that prevented muscles from flexing. If she wanted, she could easily get Naia’s hands behind her back, perhaps bind her forearms together. Would she look better on her knees, or—

“I think that’s enough,” Naia replied.

Eulalie realized that she was on the edge of the fountain, her mouth open in anticipation and a piece of webbing in her hand. Her deft fingers had already braided it into a simple rope nearly six feet long.

“But this...this isn’t sexual.” She looked around, trying to find somewhere to stash her rope. It was too big of a piece to eat. “I’m not...horny. Why does it feel like this?”