Wear your sluttiest dress.

You take the next couple days to buy supplies. You get a collection of dildos, butt plugs, clamps, ropes, cuffs and gags. When Saturday arrives, you find a spot on a roof to watch Emma arrive. You see a car with a couple other college girls arrive first and stop a block away, but when Emma arrives there’s nothing to suggest there are cops with her. Encouraged, you decide to continue with your plan.

“Good morning, Miss Watson,” you say when the phone rings.

“Well, I’m here. Where’s the bloody video?”

“Not so fast. You’re going to be doing a little something for me. Clearly, we know you’re a little slut that wants to be a ****. You’re going to be my little fucktoy if you want the video back.” You watch the girl on the street below. She’s cut her hair short and darkened it in the past couple days and is wearing a sexy black lace dress, a feathery fringe covering her hips down to the hem at mid thigh, with impossibly tall heels. You told her to wear a slutty dress, but she really followed through. Perhaps she is really into this.