No.

With the students gone, others were emboldened by their example and began taken photos of and with Roslyn. The Man in Green occasionally chimed in for a new shape for her to take, including for five agonizing minutes where she bent down and poked her head between her legs on the floor broadcasting her asshole once again. To Roslyn’s unrelenting horror, the Masters students had returned to see her like this and snapped some more photos while chuckling.

“They give you a free bleach when they gave you that heart?” Mark chided, as Roslyn’s breasts dangled upside down revealing her birthmark hiding beneath.

When the Masters students finally left, Roslyn stopped thinking about the next day, or even leaving the casino. The scandal that would break out when her nude photos begun circulating around the lab made the future much less interesting. Staying in the casino felt safer. She would happily stand naked in this casino forever than face the music the next day. New faces appeared and disappeared by the table as fortunes were won and lost, and time after time the Man in Green renewed his chips unflinchingly.

A blonde woman in her early thirties had joined the table recently, and was starting to take an interest in the Man in Green beyond that of an opponent. She first bought him a round of drinks, and began hanging off his arm, enamored by his wealth, physique, implacability, or all of the above. Roslyn immediately disliked her. “Is this your pet? She asked gesturing to Roslyn, a cute smile on her lips. The Man in Green looked at Roslyn and smiled but did not answer. Roslyn felt the competition for his attention. She was baring herself to the world for him, and here was this new woman dragging him away with idle chit chat.

“She’s very loyal.” The blonde woman teased. “Can I give her a command?”

The Man in Green looked to the blonde woman with almost a hint of surprise.

“You can try.” The Man in Green replied flatly. He looked to Roslyn with a curiosity.

“Ooh this is fun!” The blonde woman chattered. “What should I make her do?”

After a few seconds of thinking the blonde woman commanded in her high pitch.

“Touch your toes!”

Roslyn may have been an obedient plaything for the Man in Green, but she was at least adhering to the rules of the game. She had lost to him. Not to this stranger. She stood firm.

“That’s no fun!” The blonde woman complained.

The Man in Green smiled again.

“Do as she says,” he commanded.

For all her principles it didn’t matter. Roslyn reached down and touched her toes. Her body had been delegated out to this stranger and she felt it like a slap in the face. Roslyn’s disgrace, much like her, was bottomless.

“Now do 15 jumping jacks!”

Without waiting for the Man in Green to validate this instruction, Roslyn complied with the demand. The blonde woman clapped in glee as Roslyn bounced in place for her like a starfish, drawing new attention from the crowd of people around. She debased herself for the entertainment of this groupie.

“Oh my you’ve been very cruel to this poor woman,” The blonde woman playfully reprimanded the Man in Green. She was clearly reveling in the power over this naked woman she had been handed.

“Look at how wet she is. She’s **** for release. Her pussy is practically begging for it.”

“Why don’t you lie down,” Roslyn once again followed her command.

“Now put your legs in the air and spread them out nice and wide for us.”

Roslyn opened her legs for the blonde woman’s pleasure. The woman pointed at Roslyn’s clit.

“See, she wants nothing more than to fiddle with that love button smiling at us."