Follow suit and do as your told... for now.
From Create Your Own Story
You all collect into a single file line and are led out of the ship by Jaime. He seems in good spirits, and whistles a cheerful tune as you enter the station. You know the instant you exit the dock that you are in trouble. The place is lavish, silk drapes of various colors hang all over the walls, suede couches with soft silky pillows line the lobby, and beautiful men and women adorned with exotic make up and scant clothing can be seen everywhere. You overhear one of the crew mention he loves it when work brings them to Arcadia and you feel your stomach drop. You now know where you are. Only the largest red light district you've ever heard of. You also know it is connected to one of the most notorious collection of space stations, Promise. In international space, anything goes. It looks like escape won't be as easy as you'd hoped. Jaimie stops mid-way into the lobby. The line stops with him and begin to wait. The men and women look over the newcomers from afar. Soon you find out what you are waiting for.
A woman enters the room. She is Embrian, a sentient race that is cat-like in both appearance and nature. They are magnificent beings, typically both taller and leaner than humans. This one stood close to six feet tall on her reverse jointed legs. Her body is covered in a light velvety down which is a color of tan so light it's almost skin color. Her nose and mouth resemble those of a human, save for her slightly pointed canines. Her eyes though, while normal sized, are amber and have definite cat pupils. Two elongated ears poke out of her long, straight brown hair. She wears a flowing silk robe that is turquoise and adorned with pink blossoms on the sleeves. You cannot help but acknowledge her beauty. She holds a clipboard in one hand.
There are roughly thirty slaves in total, ranging in height, age, race and gender. The Embrian woman stands in front of each of you for a moment, checking her roster. Sometimes she makes a comment, like 'tsk, this one is bruised,' or 'the picture was a bit misleading,' etc. When she reaches you, you look straight into those amber eyes. You can smell sandalwood and jasmine coming off the well-groomed embrian. "A bit defiant are you?" she says, smiling to reveal her pointed incisors, "That can be good, in some cases." She does not elaborate or wait for a response, and continues on to the next slave. After all goods are accounted for, money exchanges hands. You are officially now the Embrian madame's property, and you have a pretty good idea what she uses her property for. After this, the crew begins to exit, but they leave out the exit leading to the other stations rather than to their ship.
"Hello," the woman says, standing in front of you all. She looks magnificent, the embodiment of femininity and beauty, "You will call me Madame Leona. I am your new master. I have hand picked each of you based on qualities I felt would benefit my business, Red Paradise. Trust that I do not group purchase, and each of you have been brought here with a specific purpose in mind. I expect you to be well-behaved and to take instruction properly. To start you will bunk together, but eventually you will have your own room. I will not sugar coat it for you, you are here to serve customers. After you finish training, you will be expected to do just that. You will not find me to be like your previous owners. I give each of my girls and boys as much freedom as they earn and can be trusted with. You will be allowed to have belongings and lives of your own. I assure you, there are far worse places you can be sent, and I will not hesitate to sell you should you cross me." A few older ladies had entered the room to stand behind Madame Leona. "You will follow these ladies for your clean up and inspection." She gestured to the woman who had entered behind her. They were dressed more conservatively, and were obviously not here to entertain guests. Most of them were short and a little portly.
You stand there taking in all of this new information. The idea of... 'servicing' clients does not appeal to you. But you are in an unfamiliar place, and who knows what might happen to an escaped slave on a virtually lawless collection of space stations. You could try to stow away on a ship, but what happens to stow aways who are discovered... especially in a place like this... you shudder. You could also try to escape into the stations and try to find a way home, but you have no money. Finally, you concede that you could bide your time as a slave here. If you earned the Madame's trust and earned some priviledges... you could wait for a better opportunity. That would mean prostituting yourself until one came along though. Whatever you do, you had better decide fast. The ladies have been brining slaves to the back one by one, and you are next.
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