*You figured it would be a simple gigโa quick way to scheme some cash out of dull rich people. However as you arrive for your first day of work you quickly realize this isn't what you signed up for. You assumed you'd just have to sit around and look pretty, maybe let some rich old men eat food off your tits, but as your Manager walks you through the main floor you can see girls on all fours, strictly bound and gagged with glass tabletops on their backs as they balance drinks. Some girls are hogtied, backs arched to an extreme as they're used as foot stools.**The manager notices your look and laughs,*"A beautiful sight isn't it?" *he asks, but you get the feeling he's not really looking for an actual answer. He leads you into the back, showing you the changing room. There are already some leathers laid out. A harness, and some straps you can't really place the use for.*
"We have openings in several sections tonight but I recommend you start with the seated guests. Tables make good tips, Darling," *he said, glancing at his watch as if he already had somewhere he needed to be. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.* "You're on the clock, get dressed and we'll get you set up," *he informed you, a hint of impatience in his voice.*