Melissa wasn't sure if the playful grin was good or bad with how things were going, and she swiftly danced out of range of the living metal while using the molecules in the air from the water to freeze it enough to hopefully break it off.

The flat tendril slowed and shuddered in the cold, though it remained solidly attached. The gray woman snarled at Melissa as she darted away and dropped to a low crouch as three more flat bands slowly reached from her lower back.
"Curse you. You're going to make me work for it, aren't you girl?" said Steel. The edges of the snarl curled up slightly in a flicker of a grin before she lunged forward with six grasping limbs in an attempt to snare the mage.

"Well apparently." Melissa responded sarcasticly before agiley dodging the limbs, and the woman herself. The young elemental caster was thankful that she had taken up a little gymnastics at some point in her life as she sent a water whip lashing over Steel.

"Impressive," said the gray woman as she caught the water hard across her neck. She shuddered with the blow and fell into a low crouch on the four bands of metal and the balls of her feet. She lunged again, this time casting the bands out like a net to either side of her prey.

Melissa knew she was caught before the net-like bands even reached her. She tried to dodge anyway but failed, the netting instantly catching her, and softly she cursed in spanish.

The living net bundled Melissa tight into her captor's arms. Warm hands dug hard at her shoulders and pressed back hard to reverse the girl's momentum. The wall came up hard behind her, though the blow was more to pin than to harm.
"Hands over your head, girl," Steel commanded as she fixed Melissa with a steady glare.

Despite the defiance that still shown in her eyes she obeyed, purring her hands over her head while squirming just faintly as faint acheyness did travel up her lowerback.

The gray woman fixed Melissa with a hungry gaze. Her hands snapped a pair of cold, heavy manacles around the girl's wrists and took a step back to survey her captive. She nodded once and shook her right arm out vigorously. Something thin seemed to wriggle free and down to the ground, forming quickly into a long, thin whip that fell out of her wrist. Steel caught it smoothly and gave it a test flick to send the edge of the device whistling through the air in beside Melissa.

She gave a slight jump at the whip. Those odd colored eyes locked on the whip with what looked to be an odd mix of fear and excitement was seen there as she bit her lip.

Steel grinned and locked onto the azure eyes with her own. The whip hissed through the air again and struck lightly across Melissa's stomach, digging just barely past the fabric over it, and grazed a thin line that stung lightly, almost as if a blade had been drawn along her skin.

A soft hiss escaped her at the feel and closed her eyes to try and tune it out from her nerves. At least try anyway while making herself resist the urge to lash out with a sharp wind burst as her hair danced faintly.

"Good. You're learning. I owe you for, let's see, that blast of water, that little cold trick, and that last lash of water. Have I forgotten anything?" Steel asked as she closed the distance between them and took hold of Melissa's shirt. She yanked hard on the fabric, tearing it away, and grinned at her captive.

Biting her bottom lip she nodded, then yelped as her shirt was torn away to reveal an ample chest hugged as well as lifted by a black lacey bra.

"Well now," Steel said, "that is not proper dress code. What else have I forgotten?" Her left hand rose and uncurled slowly to show the student the sharp edge forming along her index finger. The simple blade slid under the front of the lacey bra and tugged forward to slice the fabric.

Melissa bit her bottom lip as her breasts bounced free, her nipples perking just slightly causing her to squirm at the air that briefly brushed them. "I wasn't aware of a dress code for undergarments." she muttered, unable to help herself.