They want to see "all" of you

They offer you another shot. "Here take it to help you be cool white boy." They can tell you're a little intimidated.

You reluctantly take another drink, already feeling close to black-out drunk.

"Okay, hold out your hands and close your eyes, we got a surprise for you," Raven sneers.

"Alright..." you comply.

You feel a pair of warm hands grab yours and raise them in the air.

*Click
A cold metal clinches around your wrists.

You open your eyes and realize you can't put your hands down. Your arms are up in the air, the middle of chain of the handcuffs attached to a hook in the ceiling that you failed to notice earlier.

"Hahaha," Jaycee laughs. "Damn white bois are so stupid sometimes."