Yes

“Alright then,” you say. “We’ll just finish our drinks first, then we’ll join you.”

“Great,” the Aussie man says. He straightens his suit. “When you arrive, ask for Johnny Gillespie. They’ll get you to the right place.”

“Thanks.”

You watch him walk back over to their table. He grabs his ****’s leash. She’s a brunette with one side of her hair shaved, and tattoos all over her arms and shoulders. Her shirt is completely see through, you can see the rings of her pierced nipples as the man tugs on her leash and she crawls behind him. The rest of the men get up, making their slaves crawl too.

“You really wanna meet up with those guys?” you ask Naomi once they’ve left.

She shrugs. “It might be fun. Besides, I’m your ****. It’s not like you’re going to let them get their hands on me, is it?” She smiles at you. “Maybe we can have some fun playing roulette or poker. You love the casino normally.”

“I love the casinos in Vegas, I’m not sure if they’ll be the same here.”

You arrive at the casino, and tell them you’re with Johnny Gillespie. An employee walks you through the place. It’s a typical casino: red carpets, several roulette and blackjack tables, and a few bandits. The only difference: all the dealers are slaves. The men are shirtless, wearing black trousers and those white stripper collars over their leather **** collars. The women wear black bras and miniskirts, with fishnet stockings.

The man opens a door to the side and you enter. In here is a big poker table, with all those suited men sat around it. Their slaves all kneel beside them.

“Glad you could make it,” the Aussie man said. “Wanna play some poker?”

“I don’t have much money.”

“Nonsense,” the man with the shaved hair and three earrings said. “You don’t need money to play with us. We just play for fun.” He said the word fun a little suspiciously.