Ashley knew being a Vegas showgirl was not all glamor and, well, shows.

Not when you worked part time as a magician's assistant and that magician specialized in custom jobs for high end customers.

She should have quit on the spot when he placed that obscene latex gag in her mouth.

She should have quit when he bound her legs tight with these silk ribbons.

She should have quit well before he vanished her torso, leaving her there on the floor to wait.

She'd escape if she could, but her struggles are no match for her bonds.

She can only wait for the client and hope her tip matches his eccentric tastes.