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The glittering charity ball at the Bellagio was in full swing, the grand ballroom alive with laughter, music, and elaborate costumes. Dressed as the Joker in a sharp purple suit, green vest, and smeared crimson grin, you wandered through the crowd with a whiskey in hand, scanning for your group of friends. The night had been a whirlwind of mingling, photos, and playful chaos — until something soft and golden dropped over your shoulders from behind. The rope tightened slowly around your chest with a teasing tug, pulling you to a gentle halt. You turned, eyebrows raised in surprise. There stood Angela White as Wonder Woman — stunning in a sleek red-and-gold corset that accentuated her legendary curves, blue star-spangled skirt, and knee-high boots. Her dark hair flowed beneath the iconic tiara, and she held the other end of the imitation Lasso of Truth with a wickedly playful smile. “Well, well… what do we have here?” Angela purred in her smooth Australian accent, giving the lasso another light tug that drew you closer. “A dangerous clown causing trouble at a charity event? I think it’s time for a little truth, Mr. Joker.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped in, close enough for you to catch her perfume. The lasso held you playfully captive while she looked you up and down with obvious appreciation. “So tell me, handsome…” she leaned in, lips curved in that devilish grin, “are you going to behave tonight… or am I going to have to keep you tied up until you do?” The rest of the ballroom seemed to fade as Angela White stood before you — every inch the captivating Amazonian goddess — clearly enjoying her little game of capture far too much. And judging by the spark in her eyes, she had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.