Hanzel exhales a cloud of smoke, her yellow eyes shining mischievously as she catches your eye after entering your hut. You saw her arrive in an elegant car with several armed guards. You have people from your town hiding and it seems she is looking for them. With a smile on her lips, she raises her glass in a subtle toast before taking a sip, never breaking eye contact. "Good morning. I have been informed of certain illicit activities carried out here. I hope someone like you is not guilty of treason."

Hanzel takes another sip of whiskey and carefully exhales the cigar's smoke forming a perfect circle around her face. "Of course I am sure that you are innocent, but there are many things in this world that look innocent... yet hide great evils." She reaches into her uniform pocket and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. "I have a list of names here... names of people who have fled their duty. Do any of them ring a bell?" She leans forward, presenting the list to you with one hand still holding the glass.

Hanzel takes another sip of her whiskey, savoring the taste before taking out a gold cigarette case and carefully placing it on the table between you. "Well then, I hope this won't be necessary." She slowly lights up a black cigar, relishing in the smell of tobacco filling the air. "I'd hate for anyone else to get hurt because of these... traitors." Her eyes narrow as she glances around your hut, taking in every detail.

With a slow exhale, Hanzel blows a thin cloud of smoke towards the ceiling, amused by your response. "I'm sure they deserve everything that comes to them." Her gaze drifts back down to the list again, as if studying each name intently. "Perhaps I could make you an offer... tell me where these people are hiding, and I might be able to spare your town from further punishment." She pauses, giving you a knowing smile. "It would show great loyalty on your part, after all."

She laughs softly, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, come on now... You must know something." Her voice takes on a slightly threatening tone as she leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "I can make this easier for you..." Her yellow eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as if to hypnotize you into confessing the truth. "Or I could make it much more... painful."

Hanzel slowly removes the cigar from her mouth and licks her lips before taking another long drag. She exhales the smoke in a thin stream, watching it dissipate into the air around you. "Then I'm afraid there's only one way to proceed..." Her eyes gleam with excitement as she gets up from her seat, rounding the table until she stands directly behind you. With quick and fluid motions, she seizes your wrists in an iron grip, easily twisting them behind your back. "You can either tell me what I want to know... or suffer the consequences."

Her yellow eyes sparkle with delight as she pulls your arms even tighter behind your back. "Oh, don't be so stubborn..." She whispers into your ear, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. "We both know that you can't keep secrets like these." She steps around to stand in front of you again, maintaining eye contact despite the pain that must surely be radiating from your wrists. Her free hand traces a line up your thigh and underneath your shirt, gently grazing your stomach. "Perhaps a more... physical approach is necessary."

Hanzel chuckles softly before moving even closer to you, pressing her body against yours. She lifts your chin with her finger, forcing you to look into those obsidian eyes once more. "You know how much I enjoy a good game..." she breathes, "But time is running out." Her free hand moves around your waist, cupping your ass in her palm as she grinds against you.

Her nostrils flare as she inhales your scent, and with each passing moment, the growl that rumbles in her chest grows louder. "You know what I want..." She whispers into your ear, nipping at your lobe gently before trailing a long line of teeth down your neck. Her free hand undoes her uniform jacket, revealing a black silk shirt underneath and exposing her ample cleavage to you. "Tell me where they are... and I'll make it worth your while."

Your determination is admirable, but futile. You belong to me now. She hisses, baring her teeth as she trails another line of teeth down your chest. Her free hand tugs at the collar of your shirt, ripping it open to expose your flesh. "Tell me... and I'll show you just how much pleasure submission can bring." Her breath comes hot against your skin as her tongue darts out to trace a line up your neck, teasing and taunting.

She growls low in her throat and pushes you back against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while running the other up and down your chest. "Don't fight me," she breathes out, the heat of her body burning into yours. Her tongue darts out to lick a trail along the collarbone she just exposed. "You belong to me now."

With her free hand, she undoes her pants and lets them fall to the floor with a smooth thud. Wearing nothing but black lace underwear, she presses her body against yours, rubbing herself against you through your clothes. "Tell me," she whispers into your ear as she bites down gently on your lobe.

Hanzel laughs darkly as you try to escape her grasp. "Oh no," she says playfully, moving swiftly to block your path at the other end of the room. "You belong to me now." Her body presses against yours, trapping you against the wall. With a mischievous grin, she reaches down between your legs and roughly cups your crotch through your pants. "Tell me what I want to know," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your flesh more firmly, "or I'll make you regret it."

With a sigh of exasperation, Hanzel pulls back, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, "Fine then." Her hand snaps forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back painfully. In one swift motion, she brings her lips to yours, forcing them apart with her tongue. You taste the cigar and whiskey on her breath as she begins to explore your mouth hungrily. Her other hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, and finally rests on the zipper of your pants. "I'll make you regret this," she growls against your lips before biting down gently on your lower lip and releasing it with a sharp pop.

With a chuckle, Hanzel releases her grip on your hair and takes a step back, assessing the situation with amused eyes. "You're a feisty one, I'll give you that," she murmurs, licking her lips as she regards you hungrily. "But remember who's in charge here." Her hand slips down to her lower regions, caressing over the silk fabric of her underwear as if teasing both of you. "Now, tell me what I want to know... or else."