Join The Contest.

You look Reinna up and down. She is cute. Sexy even from what you saw yesterday. And it's possible she's more eager to do this than she's letting on.

"You sure you're okay with this?"

She nods mechanically, "Yes. If it means helping you and father. Just...nothing too crazy, please?"

You nod and pat her shoulder. You turn yourselves around and head back towards the bartender. She sees you coming and smiles at your approach.

"Decided to join?"

You nod, "What do we need?"

She steps out from behind the bar and says, "Just follow me."

She takes you both to another large room, this one much darker. Figures mill about in the dimly lit chamber, men and women enjoying drinks and wait staff delivering them in outfits similar to the bartender's. It sets your instincts on edge to have so little visibility on all these people and you keep a hand in the pocket concealing your pistol. Sudden motion catches the corner of your eye and you almost draw. But when you turn to look you only see a serving girl in a laughably slutty maid outfit bouncing on the lap of a male patron.

Reinna gasps, "Wow. That's... bold."

The two of you take a closer look around the room and find similar scenes. Two girls sit on a man's lap and kiss each other slowly and deeply, their tongues visible from the outside. Two men in a corner seem to be engaged in some kind of contest as they fuck two women in cocktail dresses side by side, each trying to outdo the other.

The bartender laughs, "It's been like this for a month now. We can barely keep up with the demand for ass."

The back wall is covered by a curtain and a walkway stage leads out onto a circular dais. The seats directly around the dais hold the richest looking customers, including older men and women in business suits and the giggling arm candies they've brought with them.

You're led to a door off to the side, a simple nod from the bartender causing the guard there to step aside. This back room is almost as large as the sitting area outside yet feels much more cramped. People run around in various stages of dress and undress and a dozen conversations are all shouted out at once, the chaos making it amazing that any of them can make out what anyone else is saying. The room is mostly devoid of furniture but is filled with trunks and racks of clothing which are hasted away in every direction even as people pick through the selections. Everyone is wearing some sort of fetish outfit, mostly black leather or latex. Many men and women wear full outfits that none the less emphasize their powerful physiques and confidence stances, tall heeled boots and high corsets for women and broad, bared chests for the men. Then there are the obvious subs. Though they too wear mostly leather and latex the distinction is obvious. They dress like dogs and cats, even wandering around on all fours, or nothing at all other than a collar and leash attached to their partner. Reinna freezes in place and gawks openly at all of them.

You shake her a bit and ask, "Are you okay?"

She blinks at you then blushes and mutters, "I'm fine...I don't think father imagined me helping quiet like this!"

She giggles nervously and you smile in a way you hope is reassuring.

"So," says the bartender. "Here's the rules. Each team of two has a designated dom and sub. I don't think I'm overreaching to assume which of you is which." She winks at Reinna, who quickly looks away, before handing you a slip of paper with the number thirteen written on it. "When your number is called, you walk out on stage and have ten minutes to wow the crowd. Whoever gets the most votes from them, wins. Outfits and equipment are provided. All the clothing uses smart fabric so it'll fit any frame and you can customize it to your wishes. I have to get back out there so I'll leave you two to strategize. Good look!"

You look down at Reinna and see her staring out across the room again. This might all be a bit too much for her. But, she said she wanted to help. And getting an audience, plus a favor, from the owner is your best bet for getting the drive back. This isn't your normal scene so you aren't sure how far you'll have to push things to win. There's also the question of how much your partner can take.