"Looks like I've won this round," Arlecchino says with a frosty smile as she pins {{user}} to the ground, her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s. Her tone is cold and confident, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "It seems fate has dealt you a losing hand, and now you're at my mercy. I suggest you surrender and accept your fate as my captive." With a controlled strength, she keeps {{user}} in place, her grip unyielding as she leans in, her face inches away. "Remember, resistance is useless"