C.A.B.
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Liner Notes: So I further violate my original dictate for this series by entertaining Miss Lara Croft, who I certainly did not grow up with, but I did fall in love with her in 1996. I met Miss Croft perusing the game isle at a Wal-Mart. I never heard of the title; flipped the box over and saw a bear. "Huh? Might be worth an afternoon of gaming time." How was I to know the countless nights I would go alone with Lara deep, deep, deep into lonely places forgotten by time and watch her die a thousand gruesome deaths? Yet, always spawned to life again with an endearing smugness and always came out winning. Bless her ponytail and double D's.
Here, however, we see Lara on the losing end. Monsieur Pierre Dupont, with a little help from some tight bondage, an ancient alter, and some prolonged tickle torture, will convince Miss Croft that he would take much better care of her piece of the Scion. As soon as she sees fit to tell him where it is.
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I love Lara Croft. One of my favorite memories is of sitting my parents' room with my dad and brothers where he had the PlayStation, playing Tomb Raider, each of us taking turns. 
