In a comfortable club chair

My head was spinning. Where am I? What the fuck just happened? Have I been hurt? I quickly checked my senses and nerves, but besides a little soreness in my arms and wrists -My arms were still handcuffed behind my back- I felt alright. My clothes also still were in the places they belonged too, so I sighed with relief.

Slowly I opened my eyes to get used to the artificial light source directly above of me. It took a few seconds before I could see more than merely schemes. I was sitting in a brown leather lounge chair, a few pillows were placed behind me, so I'd have something to lean on. To my right were three pool tables, two of them occupied by men in leather jackets complaining whether the last shot was executed by the rules. Left of me was a couch matching the leather of my chair. Directly ahead of me was a small glass couch table with a bottle of beer and a few cocktail glasses placed on it. Behind the table was another man with a long black beard in a leather jacket, occasionally taking a sip from his beer and mustering me. Judging by the decoration on his jacket, he must have been a high ranked member or a leader of the local chapter of the MC.

"Ahh the blonde vixen is finally awake." Before I could do or say anything, I had the leather gloved hand of the Biker on my mouth. "Keep those sweet lips of yours shut and listen, for I will say the following only once." He looked at me grim, but also amused. I had no clue whether his intentions with me were sexual or of any other nature. Unable to do anything, I straightened up and waited for the conclusion.

"First of all: I know a lot about you Miss Vertigo. Or do you prefer your real name, Veronica? " he made a theatrical pause before continuing. "Yes, I know about your chyoa identity. I know about your hobbies, I know that you like Star Wars, Anime and Nintendo consoles. I know your grades from primary school and I know that Chris was your crush when you were 13, but all he cared for was Magic: The Gathering at that time." He took a sip of his beer. "I also happen to know about your deepest secret fetishes, about being blackmailed, bound, cuffed, out of control and being completely and utterly at the mercy of a man lusting for your flesh, ready to do whatever he wants with you." Trembling with my whole body, I blushed. This man just listed things I have been keeping secret for all my adult life. Not even my closest friends knew about this.

"I also know that your bank account could do a lot better. You make enough to get along okay, but you can barely save some money from your wages. You wanted to buy that new chair for so long, but all the good ones were way too expensive, right?" Little pearls of sweat started to build on my forehead, running down my face. How the hell did these gangsters know all that?
"You don't have to confirm it. I know all these things are true. But you're also very nosy, curious about things that could get you in trouble." He loosened his grip on my mouth a bit before he continued. "As you can see, I know an awful lot about you and thus I have an offer for you, you might want to hear."
He paused again for another sip of beer. "Well...If you promise to not scream or do anything stupid, I will remove my hand from your mouth and loosen these handcuffs now. Can you do that V?"

I nodded quickly, considering my options carefully. On the one hand I could try to make a quick escape. I have seen only one small window above me on the left and no stairs, but since most of the bikers seemed a little drunk I should have enough time to find the right exit. On the other hand, there was still this biker leader plus there could be more unknown persons I couldn't see yet in the dark. Of course, I could also just sit here and wait for the offer. I mean if they would have wanted to harm me, they could have done it already, or?