Follow her to badger her.

The blonde girl pushes her way through the crowd, but can't prevent a few of them to pull her chain, which is always prompted by soft whimper from her. Nobody follows her though, everybody seems to wait for the next spin of the wheel.

Nobody but you. You follow Jenna after she has escaped the crowd. The young woman looks a little lost and does not seem to have any company or anybody to assist her. She stops next to a huge Chinese vase, trying to assess the situation.

You walk up to her with a wolfish grin.
"Hey there, cutie!", you block her escape route.
She looks at you, intimidated.
"Does it hurt?", you ask, still grinning. Jenna nods.
"Does it hurt more like... this?", you pull the chain to the right, prompting a squeak, "... or like this?" You pull the chain to the left. Jenna whimpers.
"Please...", she whispers.
"Please what? More?" Chain still in hand, you pull again, forward. Both her nipples stretch for a moment, and she stumbles towards you, to avoid the pain. You chuckle.
"You are easy to guide this way. Like cattle. I could probably parade your around the room, with just the softest little tug!"
Jenna bites her lips and closes her eyes. She's helpless and at your mercy, and she knows it. You let your fingers slide along the little rings, exploring the length of the chain, up to the right nasty clamp, and then circle your index finger playfully around her nipple and her areola. Jenna holds perfectly still, happy that your movements don't cause her any further pain.

In a way, you are surprised how easy it was to subdue her, with just a few little tugs. Interesting, indeed. But you assume that this here is not the place to get publicly cruel. Who knows, there might be other possibilities later. After giving Jenna's right breast a little squeeze, you finally let go of her. She doesn't even dare to sigh in relief, still wary of you.

"See you around", you tell her and grin. "Remember me, cattle!"
Your hand closes and imitates another pull and Jenna winces immediatly. You chuckle softly as you leave her standing next to the vase and continue your way.

[Yes, this chapter is crueler than most before. I want to make this story about decisions, options and consequences: You decide how you play your character and thus, indirectly, what kind of party he attends. If you go down the "sadism" path... well, then the character will probably get nastier. Also: If you enjoy this story and all the different options, don't forget to hand me a 'like' at the end of the chapter. Now, for example.]