- [first lines]
- [Kobe, shackled hand and foot, knocks on a hotel room door]
- Man in Hotel Room: Yeah? Come on in.
- Kobe Lee: You don't have to be cruel. You said you'd find me work, but you didn't have to keep me chained up like a prisoner.
- Wenona: You *are* a prisoner - my prisoner. This is a binding agreement and you're completely booked up for the weekend.
- Kobe Lee: Bitch.
- Wenona: Maybe you should read a contract before you sign it.
- Kobe Lee: Look, I came to Fetish Con to make connections, meet people, go to booths and go to mixers. I didn't know I'd be hogtied and naked with some creepy guy taking my picture the entire time.
- Wenona: You're meeting the producers who pay money for bondage modeling. Those creepy guys are your meal ticket. Is that a problem?
- Kobe Lee: But I wanted to go to the mixer last night!
- Wenona: You don't earn any money going to a mixer. While you were shooting with the straitjacket guy, I booked the rest of your free time.
- Kobe Lee: Thanks a lot!