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[color=ed145b]"So yeah you see you really should just let me talk to your bo-"[/color]

Is all the princess can manage before being forcibly silenced by the devoted bunny attendants. She'd try and launch a kick or two and run away but the high heels on her feet and the arms gripped around her own would prevent her from going anywhere. She'd stomp and complain into a hand, looking out to Katie or anyone nearby but the black haired girl had become distracted with Harley. A calculated move, no doubt.

[color=ed145b]"Lhht ghh!"[/color] it's all she can manage to say as the bunnies disappear with her into the backrooms of the casino.

Harley's goons only gave sweet giggles to their captured prey, finding no qualms with dragging her out of sight and sound. For a time she remained just like that, an enigmatic anamoly and gone from the world. But eventually some of the Casino's lights dimmed and two larger spotlights illuminated on a grand stage near the bar. Harley paid it no mind and to those engaged in their gambling and own activities, the spectacle was just another reign of madness in the dimension that tested one's luck.

Dramatic fog seeped at the stage's floor, the stage raised a few feet higher from the crowd for all to see. Then a circle opened up from the floor and with it rose a long metal pole pointing to the heavens. Leashed to the same pole was Riku in her ridiculous bunny disguise now turned worker's uniform, upper body cinched and wrangled in harnessed rope with a loose leash at her ankles; just enough to give the girl room to happily hop around and perform for the guests. Naturally her blabbering jaw was sealed taught with an expensive looking toy meant for the backrooms, fat red orb jutting her lips and attached as tight as the linked chain leashing her to her stripping pole,

[color=ed145b]"Hurhhff, ghut thhs hhuf!"[/color]

Riku wouldn't stop blabbering even with something her mouth. She'd hop as she was forced to, red faced and embarrassed at how the bondage she had been placed in was very fitting for her failed disguise. She'd strut her stuff down the fashion way, forced to become a showgirl as every swish of her restrained body became an attraction for the guests. She'd glance over the audience with panic and hope someone from the team was around to stop this charade. She'd swish and sway against the metal pole, its cold touch making her very uncomfortable.

As Riku danced her way across the stage, the length of the chain always reminding her just how small her freedom was, the giggling of the bunnies was never far from her ears.