First, I will shred your clothing with scissors, piece by piece, in the middle of the nicest hotel lobby on the Vegas Strip. That's when the staring will start. The eyes that follow you. There will be more. Then, I will collar you and fasten a leash to your collar. Let's walk, shall we? I will parade you down the neon pathway, the brightest and most populated street in all the country. Tourists from all over the world, vagrants, locals, showgirls, cartoon characters and superheroes are all out and covering the streets and sidewalks. Looking at everything around them: the lights, the sounds, the cars, the people, the spectacle... and you are about to overshadow all of that noise. YOU will be more of a spectacle than the Bellagio fountains, more compelling than the brightest of lights on the biggest hotels. Because you, my little bitch, will be stark naked. On a leash. Let's go. I tug on your leash and walk gracefully out the door, with my nude freak at my heels. You will hear and see hundreds of people gasping, pointing, and making loud comments at you. But you won't be able to see them, because you will be blindfolded. Let the shame and humiliation echo in your ears and cover your body in shivers. You are my naked public spectacle, and at the end of the night, you'll find your way back home...