She was awkwardly bound, and laying as she was on her trussed arms was increasingly painful. She gave a lurch, and then stopped, her head spinning with the aftereffects of the chloroform the exceptionally pretty gangboy had used on her. A few minutes later, Gina gathered herself and lurched again, managing to wrestle herself upright on the soft sofa. She was uncomfortably aware of its cloth beneath her completely bared skin, and set her oddly booted feet gingerly on the floor, not trying to rise just yet - just looking around the richly appointed room, and listening to hear if she could discover anyone nearby. What kind of gang would kidnap her from her apartment, dress her up like this, and leave her in such a hoity looking room?