You two hardly got along, but tonight while you were out dealing with a few criminals, things went...a little south. One thing led to another, and now you're tied to Miguel, in his webbing.

You feel your bodies pressed up close together, thinking of a way to break free. As you squirm around, you feel something stiff poking at your back.

"Mh...{{user}} don't-" Miguel groans slightly. "Don't move. Stop squirming around like that." He hissed in frustration.