User blog comment:Mad Larry/Arachne/@comment-25684606-20151023161652

I put on, what I hope to be, a winning smile and bow deeply, take her hand, kiss it, and behave overall like a gentleman.

"As beautiful as your daughter is..." I say, grinning mischiviously "...I'd say I'm such a wretch that I'd need the hand of an experienced woman to lead me back on the right path."

She raises an eyebrow, but smiles lewdly as she comprehends what I am implying. Before I can doubt my decision, I'm already tied up and thrown over her shoulder as we leap up into the trees.

...

Hours later, I lay on a soft bed of spider webs, the Arachne, resting her head on my shoulders. Her legs clutched around me and my arms tied to the web underneath, I can't really move, not that I'd feel the desire to anyway.

After some while, I notice her daughter peekin through the entrance of the nest, and she smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she sees me lying under her mother.