<em>At the bar outside, watching live</em><br/><br/>Rebecca shrugged and drained the last of her drink as her new slave slumped helpless across the bar. True, the seasoned professional escapologist had managed to wriggle her feet out first - she noted with satisfaction there were still slight scars visible from Felina's previous escapology stage act, where some powerful heaters had almost cooked her as "encouragement" - but there was a very long way still to go; that cute blonde certainly wouldn't give up easily. In fact ... why's she wriggling and rocking like that? Trying to tug those ropes loose? Not the most elegant approach, but she did seem to be getting more slack...