“You didn’t see this coming, did you?”
 
Mistress Frostbite smirked, only put slightly off from her silky smooth cadence by the thrashing mess of limbs above her. She’d had far more competent ponies subdued in the past, so this latest quarry of hers was little more than grease to ensure her skills didn’t rust over from disuse. And indeed, they hadn’t - she held her position tight as the grey pegasus she’d caught snooping around her residence fought desperately to escape, making only the odd grunting noise through her efforts. But Frostbite knew it was hopeless…her height gave her an advantage in encompassing her prey enough to ensure they went nowhere.
 
“You know…it’s almost admirable,” the Mistress mused, fixing her gaze upon the would-be heroine pegasus’ latex costume, from leotard to short socks. “Not only do you have solid detective work going on, but you have quite the fetching taste in materials as well.
 
“Alas, that same material was your ultimate downfall…” Her gaze drifted up to her captive’s head as she leaned slightly to get a better view. There were no facial features discernible; only a flat, taut sheet of latex that formerly had served as her cape was tied tightly across the grey pegasus’ visage that billowed out and sucked deep into her maw as she fought desperately to take even a single breath, but failed. Mistress Frostbite almost felt sorry for how badly the heroine’s lungs were probably burning and quivering before she moved nonchalantly on.
 
“As much as I enjoy the surprisingly strong set of lungs you have,” she stated, grinning lightly as this statement was punctuated by a particularly loud gasp/moan combo, “the question is what will become of you once you inevitably pass out. I will not end your life this way, no…far too barbaric.”
 
She gently stroked the slowly-more unsteadily struggling figure on the side of her tightly latex-covered, airhole-free face. “But you will definitely need to be ‘re-educated’, if you would. If I may, though, point out your fatal flaw before your facilities abandon themselves to nothing but wild panic and I prepare you for training…”
 
“A cape looks good, sure…but perhaps it shouldn’t be made of something that can suffocate you.”