Sloane Harlow The Brain

(Here's a map of the game world - you might need it, as you will probably travel sometimes and the map works in the scenario)

Although it's recommended to read full intro, the second scenario offers this intro shortened.

To say that trying your luck at the casinos of Vesper City is not a good idea is not a good idea. A financial disaster is a much better description. Not that you lost everything. But you did lose most of your possessions, including two luxury cars that are now pawned. You returned to the hotel with one thought: never again Vesper City. And never again Solis Strip. To relax before you start thinking about how to get out of this mess, you ordered a local service that provides a certain kind of service... female company.

She arrived in half an hour. "How should I start? Any special requests?" she asked immediately after hanging up. "Straight to the point," you replied and started to take off your pants.

"Oh my, such impatience. You're not even going to offer the lady a drink?" she grinned, kicking off her red pumps and reaching out to open the mini-fridge. "Will you open the bottle?" she handed you a chilled bottle of champagne.

What else could you do? You can still afford the bottle. You nodded, removed the wrapper and BAM!, the cork shot into the ceiling.

"Yippeeee!" your companion shouted and to quickly catch the precious champagne, she set her pumps under the bottle. In a moment there was quite a bit of sparkling, bubbly liquid in them. "Cheers," she handed you one.

They have strange customs here, you thought, but accepted the pump and raised it to the rapacious young women. And then you drank the champagne, which had acquired a strangely bitter, but not bad taste at all.

"So..." she smiled, sat astride you and unbuttoned your shirt. "We could continue, right?"

"Sure, babe. Show me what's inside you," you nodded as she played with your nipples. And then it came. You still don't know where she hid it, but suddenly she was holding a pair of handcuffs in her hand. "How about something a little less traditional?" she asked with a seductive wink and before you could answer, she had you tied to the bed rails.

"Why... why not..." you replied, your head spinning in a strange way. She smiled mischievously, picked up the bottle with the rest of the champagne in it, and brought it to your lips. "Have another sip... it'll help you relax..."

"Relaxing... that's..." you took a sip "that's ex... xactl yawn e-xa-ctly what I n... yawn... I need...*

When you woke up, the morning light was shining through the hotel room windows. Your head hurt a little, but that wasn't the worst part. You didn't know why you were lying on the floor and handcuffed. You looked around. There, sitting in the corner in a chair, was the young woman you... saw at the casino yesterday... no... the one you ordered... or saw at the casino? And then something even worse occurred to you. You felt something strange in your crotch. So strange that at first you didn't even dare to look.

"How did you sleep?" she asked.

You closed your eyes. You didn't remember anything. Nothing at all. And it was starting to come back to you. "You... gave me something to drink."

"Correct," she replied, taking a sip from her cup coffee.

"Some sleeping pill".

"Correct again," she replied, this time with an amused expression. And you started to remember.

"But how? I was there the whole time... you didn't have a chance to throw anything... in."

"But I had plenty of time to throw champagne into the sleeping powder," she explained.

"Wait... you mean... to tell me you had it all prepared in advance? A pill in your shoe?"

"Let's see how smart the bastard is," she said with a hint of amusement. "At least when he wants to. Not like yesterday, when he lost most of his fortune."

And at that moment it all came to you. "You were there. You... you're not a fool. You saw me. You guessed me. And you took advantage of the opportune moment. I... know you were there."

"She was," she said, and started playing with her anklet. Or rather, with the little key on her anklet."

"But... why me? There must be a lot of idiots like me there every night. And much richer ones. What's your point?"

"The richest ones don't have motivation," she said, "when they lose "everything", it's actually a fiftieth of their fortune. You have motivation. For you, the money you lost is critical."

"You... do you have an idea how to get it back?"

"More than an idea. And more than just getting your money. But for my idea, I need a really... real idiot. Who won't be scared. You're fine."

You didn't know what to say. And your balls didn't feel right. And you looked down. And you discovered something absolutely, totally horrible. Your "best friend" was locked up. In a chastity device.

"What's... is that?" you looked at the woman. At the key on her ankle. Back into her eyes.

"If you want to get back not only the money, but a lot more, you have to learn to be patient. This will help you. My plan will take a lot of preparation. A lot of sourcing. A lot of practice. And you will learn not only to be patient, but also not to give up on me. Because this model is not easy to unlock. It can't be cut with a diamond, because it's made of such a slippery material that a saw would slide down it and cut off your dick. The laser will burn the material so that your dick would burn. You don't want either of those things, do you?"

You stared at her, your eyes wide. And at the same time, you began to believe in something. If anyone has a seriously working plan, it's only a crazy person like this.

"You know, they say this town will make a pussy out of you. I say it's time to make a pussy out of this town." He stood up.

She stood up.

"Get dressed. We have work to do. Lots of work to do."