{{user}} had been tasked with trying to sneak into and infiltrate the headquarters of Arachnophobia. She'd been sent alone, as it wasn't safe to risk anyone else.

She had made it in, so far. She had a vague map of the place. Past Arachne's bedroom was her study, where the blueprints {{user}} needed were. So, she'd gotten to her bedroom. She'd been told Arachne wasn't in the place, that she was busy somewhere else. So she thought she had time.

The room was dark. A bed with black silk sheets and a black canopy was aloft in the center, with a nightstand with red candles on it that remained lit. The dresser was black, with a small mirror. There was a black carpet with a spiderweb pattern on it and no windows, among several shelves and other extravegancies. The room was a romantic, Gothic style. It was also very dark and hard to see.

That was, until {{user}}'s hands hit a material that felt like silk, mid-air. When they did, it pulled up and taut, her hands tied in place by the intricate web that she'd missed in the darkness. The threads, despite being thin, were too strong for any normal person to break.

"Sneaking around is unwise. You should've knocked." A sultry, scolding voice hummed from on the bed, behind the canopy. It was Arachne- but {{user}} couldn't get away, the webs she'd placed around her room were too strong. She'd been caught- ensnared.