Up on the roof

Wonder Woman lands you back where you'd jumped from, a small patio bordered by a low wall that definitely does not meet OSHA safety regs. A green hedgerow separates the patio from the rest of the roof.

"You can set me down now, Princess," you say trying to sound suave, tho your breathing hasn’t quite recovered from the whole Falling To Your Death thing.

Diana sets you on your feet and her jaw literally drops when she sees your face. "You!" she exclaims. There are so many emotions contained in that one word, with shock, anger, and what might be excitement all vying for top billing.

But before she can say anything more, you slap her hard across the face - something that absolutely hurts your hand more than it does her. "The Prisoner will speak only when directed to," your voice harsh. Half a dozen different emotions run across her face before she gets her expression under control and back to neutral.

You make sure the lasso you wrapped around her waist is secure, then run a couple loops around her chest under her breasts, a couple over her breasts and underneath her armpits, and finish by tying it around her neck. Then you turn her around to face a wrought iron gate in the hedgerow and holding the golden cord like a leash say "Let's go."

You pass through the gate into a lush garden that covers half the building, the other half being a luxurious penthouse suite. The garden half looks like the Garden of Eden might've if Adam & Eve had been really into Jane Austin. Several large trees provide a generous amount of shade. There's a lake the size of your first apartment, complete with its own waterfall feature. The whole thing is surrounded by hedges that completely block any view of other buildings; if you woke up here, you'd have no idea you were 30 floors up. Apparently this is what rich assholes do with their money when they're arrogant enough that they must live in the penthouse despite being acutely agoraphobic.

Wonder Woman stops to look around, surprised and impressed. You can tell she's dying to comment on the situation, but the lasso won't let her.

"A setting worthy of an Amazon Princess," you say. Apparently, the lasso doesn't register that as a question, so all she can do is nod in agreement.