Erin wakes up with her hands and feet bound

Erin woke up with a start, facedown on what felt like a water bed. She tried to get up, but she was tied up. Furry handcuffs bound her hands behind her, while silk rope bound her ankles together. She twisted around helplessly.

"Ooh yeah, baby," said a reedy voice behind her, obviously admiring how she squirmed in her bonds. Someone else started clapping excitedly.

"Now, now, boys," said the Joker as he came around. "Don't be so rude to our guest."

Erin managed to bring her head around. She was in a padded cell like an insane asylum's, but it was covered in leather of differing bright colors. The entire floor was a water bed, covered in black satin. The Joker's footsteps sent ripples across the bed, jostling her tight body.

The Joker came into view, towering above her. She could plainly see his growing erection through his pants. He whistled. "It's not everyday you run into supermodel do-gooders," he chuckled. "Now I think you owe Little Me an apology..."

The midget that Erin had hit earlier appeared next to him, followed by the other midget, Little Myself.