You follow him

"Where are we going?" you ask Mr. Li.

Mr. Li doesn't respond and simply pulls you along, his hold on your arm vice-like.

As it becomes clear that he's taking you out of the hotel, you protest, "I can't wear this outside! I'll look like a whore!"

He doesn't slow down but says, "You'll need to get used to wearing it in public, might as well start now."

As you walk though the hotel lobby and out onto the street, you find that you attract less attention than you feared. This is Las Vegas, after all. Still, you can't help noticing that most of the men you pass take a good long look at your breasts. You catch at least one guy craning his neck to check out your ass as he passes you.