A troubling result, and a revelation

"Hey!" You shout to Queen and the rest of the Full House gang as you spin helplessly on the wheel. "Wait a second! Aren't you going to at least give me a chance to, uh, lay my cards on the table? You're clearly upset about something and I think I can guess what. I know we've had a rough start but I know what it's like to lose someone and want justice! So, how about in return for getting me and my partner off of this contraption, I promise to hold off on busting you until who's responsible for whatever happened to King of Hearts?"

"Would you listen to the mouth on this pampered brat?" Diamond spoke up with a sneer. "As if she'd understand anything."

"You're right...." Queen said with a dark chuckle. "They wouldn't. But they're about to." With that, she held up her hand and the roulette wheel suddenly came to a sharp halt.

"Hey!" Dr. Rainbow whined, giving a little huff. "You just stopped it on a certain result with your superpowers, didn't you? Pardon me ma'am but I can't let that go unchallenged, that's cheating!" she said indignantly. From the tone of her voice she genuinely expected the criminals to care.

"For those of you - like our two lovely lady guests - who can't see that result, the space that the wheel landed on was 'Pawn their asses'. If you don't give in to all of our demands in the next 24 hours, then Nightingale and her little preteen-toy-commercial-reject partner are going to be getting their wish of helping me, Diamond-9, Spade-9 and Club-9 pay back a debt of vengeance - but the way that they're going to do it is by being whored out to get me an exclusive audience with a certain figure in the underworld."

"Ummm," Dr. Rainbow chimes in again, weakly struggling against her restraints. "You're... you're just saying that figuratively, right? In the sense that you're going to **** us to help you with your schemes? You don't mean, actual, um..."

"Oh would you zip it already?" Spades says, slapping a piece of duct tape over Dr. Rainbow's mouth. "Keep those jaw muscles nice and relaxed, you're gonna need them. You ready for me to cut the transmission now, ma?"

Queen nods serenely and bends down to run a finger along your cheek. "Really, you should be thanking me, Nightingale. There are much nastier, more painful results, but I couldn't bear to mark up the beautiful scion of one of my greatest nemeses. You'll be a more useful bargaining chip with that hot body of yours in mint condition, anyway. Now, unless Spadie or Dia feel the need for another ride on your face, I'll be bidding you two adieu for the night. My henchmen will be keeping a close eye on you while you get some rest, I'll have them stuff some pillows under you so you don't get too cramped laying there on the wheel. Don't worry, the low-rollers know not to touch the merchandise, don't you, boys?" she asks, throwing an intimidating gaze down towards the tweed-suited goons, who all give her a respectful bow.

As much as you hate to admit it, Dr. Rainbow getting her mouth taped up was a bit of a relief. You tried whispering flirtatious entreaties to some of the henchmen as soon as the actual "card-carrying" members of the Full House left the room and went up to their suites... but they all pointedly ignored you.

After that, you changed tactics, and over the course of an hour, tried focusing soothing subsonic vibrations on them to make them sleepy. It worked... but when they began getting drowsy, one of them revealed they'd had the foresight to bring a twelve pack of some noxious energy drink, and they were hyped-up and passing the time with games of blackjack in no time.

Your best hope right now was that the other members of the League would soon be coming to your rescue. As long as there weren't any major events that would be distracting the Big 7's attention and getting in their way.

...wasn't the protest against ASPIC's Victorious Virtue bill slated for tomorrow afternoon? Oh crap.