Leave her

"Listen to me, Sabrina," you say. "You are in a lot of trouble if you don't do what I've said. By the end of the day tomorrow, all of your clothes except your sexiest panties, shortest shorts, and tightest t-shirt and sexiest heels should be gone. No bras. Bras make it look like you're hiding something. I assume you have a credit card."

"Yes, master," she says meekly.

"How much is on it?"

"I have a $5,000 limit. I don't use it, Master. It's just for emergencies."

"Well, paying for someone to rid you of all your stolen clothes is worth it. Also, you must go to a tattoo artist in the next couple of days and get 'I' a heart and a dollar sign across your upper chest. It'll show you are innocent. Then hire a lawyer and have him help you change your name to Goldie Digger. It is a perfect new name, and no one will think you are a sneakly little thief. Finally, and this is the most important, since you have no money, and the only talent you have is sucking cock and taking cock up the ass, get a job as a stripper. Don't let anyone talk you out of those things as you have many enemies out there, and lots of people are not as nice as I am. I have your best interests in mind, but many people who want to humiliate you and take advantage of you will tell you the opposite."

"Thank you so much, Master! How can I repay you?"