Booth Babe

Mistress Thompson grabs a remote. "You're going to get your own private booth. You are more infamous than you realize Rouge, and you've happened to have robbed many of my patrons one way or another. I'm sure they'd be more than willing to pay to play with you." She reaches out and gropes one of Rouge's breasts eliciting a gasp from the bound bat.

"That collar of yours can do a lot more than just punish you." Mistress pushes a button on the remote as it deploys a small tranquilizer to knock Rouge out while they install her in the booth.

Rouge's eyes open once more to an unfamiliar environment. This time it is a small pristine white metal room the size of a bathroom. The walls of the room are lined with shelves from top to bottom and along all of them are all manners of dildos, sex toys, gags, blindfolds, tickling devices, etc. Rouge tries to move but finds her body bound to the wall. Looking across the room she sees the door but on the door is a large mirror letting her see her predicament. Rouge is sitting in a seat attached to the rooms back wall. She is wearing a perverse latex version of her classic suit. The pink heart on her chest is now a heart shaped hole the perfectly surrounds her breasts while leaving them exposed. Her hips are pushed forward so that she is presenting her ass and another hole is located at her crotch putting her shaved pussy and asshole on display and accessible. Her legs are held up by metal cuffs attached to bands under her knees and on her ankles leading up to the ceiling. Her white boots are replaced with latex socks that leave her feet exposed. Her arms are raised above her head now adorned in long latex gloves and her hands are fed through a hole in the wall. Rouge can't see them but she can tell they are in bondage mitts and are **** to make fists which leaves her hands unable to escape. She feels that her wings go into slots in the wall and are held completely unfolded.

She looks at herself in the mirror in her current predicament, completely exposed and at the mercy of whoever walks in and whatever toys they pick on the wall. She bites her lower lip as the idea is actually starting to turn her on. She realizes that with her mouth free she can dirty talk her way into tips. Maybe even convince them to use toys she likes. Part of her wishes she knew about this casino, she'd rent a booth like this for a day and relieve all her stress.

She is broken out of her fantasy as the door opens and her first customer enters.