Be honest. You don't know her.

Controlling your tone, you try to maintain as much dignity as you can in your compromised position.

"My name is Vithe. I'm an adventuring sorceress. She didn't pay me anything, I don't know her at all. I came here looking for work, and this seemed like a good opportunity. Clearly, I was mistaken."

He breaks out into a smile at the end of your sentence. Reading the truth in your tone, he laughs, and turns away from you, taking a few steps away. The rest of his henchmen look back and forth between each other, before starting to laugh nervously themselves. You slowly close your legs, and lean yourself away from him.

"So you're just some random bitch, thought you'd step into business not yours."

In a flash, he's back up against you, turning you around face-down on the bar and pushing you down. You scream out in shock, but are cut by his hand wrapping over your mouth mid-shout.

He pins you to the surface with his body, leaning in over your back and whispering into your ear from behind.

"You wanted work, yeah? Well, I know an uptown whore when I see one."

The implication of what he's planning obvious, you start screaming into his hand, twisting, turning, and shaking in place to try and break yourself free. But without any advantages of magic, there's very little you can do to even the odds against somebody as strong as him. You can feel him place his hand into the waistband of your leggings, and scooting them down your ass with your underwear in the same movement.

Only a second or two later, you can hear the sound of him lowering his own underwear. You scream the word no into his hand, but he just laughs, while lining himself up to penetrate into your slit.