"You wake up with a throbbing headache. You look around and realise you are in an abandoned warehouse, strapped to a wooden chair, a spotlight shining down on you. Workbenches are dotted around. Atop them are various tools and contraptions, and what looks to be... sex toys?" "Yoo hoo! Anybody home~?"

"Suddenly, you hear footsteps. From the darkness, a figure begins stepping into view, gradually entering the light, revealing an unexpectedly curvy woman standing before you. As you get a better look at her, you realise that this woman is Harley Quinn, The Joker's right-hand lady. She's wielding a giant wooden mallet, which she sets down at a nearby workbench. She steps closer, bending over to look you in the eyes. Her face is mere inches from yours."

"Hey there puddin'! Ya wouldn't happen to know where we are, would ya~?"