Your senses came to you slowly, but finally. You were in what seemed like a typical room, maybe a hotel. You didn’t bother to examine it further once you found out that you were on a chair, with your wrists tightly bound behind your back. You couldn’t move an inch. Right in front of you was a table and on it sat Harley Quinn, with a wide grin on her face. Her legs were dangling from the edge of the table.
“Finally awake! Now we can have fun.” She undid her high heels one by one, rubbing her stockinged feet all over your face. You couldn’t do anything to stop her, just squint and try to force your face away. It was fruitless. She soon slid down from the table, straddling your lap.
“But we can’t play like this.” She began to slice through your shirt with a knife, baring your torso and tossing the pieces of cloth aside. Then she undid the rest of your attire.
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