An opportunity to practice with your new greeting.

You clean the mess off of your face and scrape it into the bedpan, since there's no better place to put it.

It feels like an hour or so goes by before another person enters the room. The new arrival is surprisingly young, she looks to be no more than 18. You can barely fathom how such a young person could be involved with this crazy operation. She seems just as apathetic to your situation as anyone else that's come through the door. Taking a good look at her, you see she has long brown hair that frames a mouse-y face. Her chest is damn near flat, though she still wears the familiar corset of the dominatrices here. As you look below her waist, you are at least glad to have a regular woman in your room again. Her pussy is red and swollen from a recent use.

She clears her throat and you remember what is expected of you now. Any time someone comes through your door, you must say the magic words precisely or face the whip.