Be firm

"Seriously, I'm not cool with this."

Rasna backs off immediatley, shrugs, then leans back in and deftly undoes your cuffs. She then stands, reaches her arms up high, then claps her hands twice, loudly.

"Girls!"

You're dazed, you know, but it seems like almost instantly two almost identical Indian girls burst through the door, one in a form fitting tracksuit, the other in a white shirt and shirt pleated dress, both not quite beautiful, but hella quite sexy.

"What *now* mother - oh!" gasps the white shirted girl.

"This young man *might* have been our guest tonight. Now he is not."

"Pff. He doesn't look like much anyway," says the girl in the tracksuit.

"For once I agree, my sullen little child," says the MILF, and you find yourself being shoved inexorably towards a door leading onto the back lane.

Just before she shoves you through the door she pauses and whispers into your ear - "Perhaps this is not the town for you. Perhaps you should review your plans... poor baby...."

Then you're out into the shocking brightness of day and the door is slammed behind you and... and...