The Casino Owner wants a chat

Rouge's eyelids quickly opens as a horrible smell overtakes her senses. She sees a hand pull smelling salts away. She tries grabbing the man's arm but hers doesn't budge. Looking down Rouge realizes she is strapped down to a chair with her arms immobilized on the armrests and her legs tied to the chair legs. She is in an ornate office in front of a large desk.

"What's the big idea?" Rouge snaps. The large chair behind the desk turns around and Rouge sees the owner of the Casino, Theresa Thompson. She is a tall fit woman with fair skin and long white hair going down to her back. Rouge's eyes can't help but go to her DD breasts that are barely contained in her silk blouse before she makes eye contact with Ms. Thompson's green eyes. Rouge notices Ms. Thompson looks over her bound body and the corners of her lips turn up in a smile for a split second before she gets serious again.

"Rouge the Bat, I was expecting you to try this heist again." Ms. Thompson states.

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you mean darling. I was just here looking for for a good time with a cute gal." Rouge lies in reply.

"I know you weren't the one who stole the Chaos Emerald from me the last time but you did still steal from me." Ms. Thompson accuses as her computer displays security footage from a street cam of Rouge flying off into the night with very large bags of rings.

"It took a while to find this footage. You must have memorized the camera layout in the whole area but one. Just installed, the records weren't updated yet. During the confusion Sonic had created you took what was mine and now I want it back. Every last ring, with interest." Ms. Thompson concludes her accusation.

Rouge realizes she can't lie her way out of this. She's heard rumors about Theresa Thompson. That behind closed doors she is a dominatrix who enslaves people that owe her money, making them work off their debt in various kinky ways. Well they aren't rumors anymore after what Rouge saw under the casino.

"I assure you Ms. Thompson, I can repay what I owe. I'll just need some time." Rouge attempts to bargain but Ms. Thompson grabs a riding crop off her desk and with a quick flick of the wrist swats the large rubber heart on Rouge's costume striking her breast. Rouge yelps in pain.

"I'm not naïve enough to let you escape that easily." Ms. Thompson says as she gets up from her desk. Rouge notes her red latex skirt as it hugs her ass. Ms. Thompson circles around behind Rouge's chair. She tries turning but can't see what is happening before Ms. Thompson slips something around her neck.

"Just a little something I had developed to keep my debtors here until they finish paying me back. It's set to sensors in my casino and if you take one foot outside the premises... well hopefully it won't come to that."

"A collar? You really aren't hiding your interests Ms Thompson." Rouge says.

"Now that I own you, you will refer to me as Mistress. I'm not ashamed of my kinks and the look in your eyes tells me you share some. Here people are free to explore their fantasies and fetishes. If you play along you'll very much enjoy yourself."

That does pick Rouge's interest, but it would mean submitting to Ms. Thompson's desires. Rouge is left to think her situation over.