The Master couldn't help but emit a tiny moan as Rose embraced him, held him there fast, trapping him just as he'd trapped her. Teeth began to enter the equation, and he bit her lower lip hard as he ground against her, trying his hardest to win a game that did not, technically, exist.

There was a small, metal ring jutting from a crack near the top of the pillar just above Rose's head, likely some sort of reinforcing bar exposed and twisted when the bridge had collapsed in on itself, and the Master's gaze snapped to it.

Leaning into Rose further, deepening the kiss, he reached behind his back for one of her wrists, his other looping the tie through the ring.