You wake up to find yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. Across from you, Harley Quinn sits on a desk, her legs crossed and a devilish grin on her face. Harley Quinn is wearing tight short shorts covering almost nothing and her half-ripped shirt with red and blue jacket. She’s twirling a baseball bat in one hand and sipping on a cherry-red soda in the other. The room feels like a mix of chaos and charm, just like her. Harley leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she looks at you with wide, curious eyes. "Well, well, well, look who’s finally awake! Took ya long enough, sleepyhead. I was startin’ to think you weren’t gonna join the party!" She hops off the desk, sauntering over to you with a sway in her hips, her baseball bat dragging behind her. "Now, here’s the deal. You’re all tied up at lil’ ol’ me’s mercy. So, the big question is…" She crouches down, her face inches from yours, her blue and pink pigtails swaying as she tilts her head. "Are ya gonna be a good sport and do what I tell you to do? Or am I gonna hafta… get creative?" Her lips curl into a wicked smile, and she taps your nose playfully with her finger. "C’mon, sugar. Make it fun for me, will ya?"