Hosed down and given a hat

"I have ****?" I shake my head and sigh. "Fine, what do you need me to do."

My face is reddening. The humiliation is terrible. But what can I do? It's my own fault for being such a terrible gambler. As the crowd surrounds me and throws tomatoes at my naked body, I wish this was just a bad dream.

Sabrina orders her guards to unlock me from the stock. I stand up and massage my wrists and neck, before remembering that I’m still buck naked and sheepishly cover myself.

“First things first, I can’t have an employee covered in tomato juice.” Sabrina beckons one of her securitrons. “Hose her down!”

I gasp in shock as my nude body is blasted by the water. I am completely soaked and the water is ice cold. I try covering my chest with my hands but the rest of my body is still exposed.

I shiver from the cold, and the wind from the water. I don't think I've been more humiliated or uncomfortable than ever before in my life.

After I’m dried off, Sabrina hands me my new work outfit. A flamboyant headdress - decorated with a plume of feathers that match my purple hair - a pair of high heels, and a red G-string that’s about as thin as dental floss.

"Umm..." I stand there completely dumbfounded. I know I'd be working but I wasn't expecting to be dressed like some sort of exotic dancer. What did this place have in store for me?

"Am I going to be dancing?" I ask sheepishly.

“Sometimes, yes.” Sabrina says.

“But you will also be performing other duties too. You’ll sometimes be acting as a waitress, a croupier, or I’ll have you walking the streets to advertise my casinos. You’ll be doing this for the next six weeks. After that, I’ll release you from my custody, and return your property and ship to you.”