Anger. Nothing else.

“This is … not … what I … expected,” you mumble nervous, “or better, it is exactly what I expected but hoped to be wrong.”

“Yes, I know what you mean,” Mercy says calm, “our job hasn’t the best reputation. But I can promise you …”

“Don’t take it personally, Dark Mercy, but please save me your promises,” you reply strict, “neither am I a whore, nor a domina nor any other kind of sex worker. And I give a shit about the differences. I need a perfectly clean reputation and top grades to archive my goals. And this means: I’m out. Have a nice day. I take the bus.”

“Alex, wait!” Amber begs ****, “I know this is not what you wanted. But please don’t go now! Speak to Empress Elenore! She can explain everything. You promised me to meet her.”

“And you promised me this is nothing sex related,” you reply angry, “you lied to me, so I have no reason to keep my promise.”

All the noise seems to have not gone unnoticed. Suddenly two more women appear in the floor. One is a punk like woman around 30 with black hair but red colored peaks, two piercings and a slutty nurse costume. The other one is an elegant blonde woman dressed in a red coat with white fun on the hem. She also wears a tiara and looks like some sort of noble. She seems to be past 40 but still looks very strict strong and healthy. You assume this is Empress Elenore Amber told you about.

“Girls what is this noise about?” Elenore asks strict, “and who is this girl?”

“Empress, good day,” Amber greets and slightly bows her head, “this is Alexis, the friend I told you about. And … we have kind of an argument here.”

“Ah, so you are the famous Alex who wants to work here,” Empress Elenore says smirking.

“No, I’m not,” you reply slightly angry, “bye!”

With this you leave the building as fast as you can. Outside you take a deep breath and lean back against a wall. Your only thought is: This isn’t real. You never had any problems with people working in sex industry. you even stayed close to Amber while she was a dancer until some weeks ago.

But you can’t do this. If you ever want to be a professional athlete, your big dream since elementary school, you can’t get involved in such things. A scandal would ruin your career before it begins. Amber knew this but still brought you here. Despite this, the whole business is shady. Pimps, human traffickers and perverts of all sorts are just a few things that people associate with such places.

After a whole moment of cooling down you get up and pull out your phone. Google should be able to show you where the next bus stop is. But suddenly Elenore appears at your side. She has put down her coat and the tiara and only wears an elegant beige shirt and pants.

“Alexis, good that you are still here,” Elenore says gentle, “can we talk for a moment?”

“Leave me alone!” you reply annoyed, “I have no interest in working here.”

“I understand this,” Elenore says calm, “Amber should originally bring you to my office in the top floor, not straight to the dungeon. This was just a little too much for a newbie. I hope you are not mad at her. She only did what I asked her to do. But she told me about you and I was sure you are interested. I didn’t knew how few she told you.”

“We’ll work this out,” you reply still reserved, “and why should she lie to me?”

“She shouldn’t” Elenore answers, “this got a little out of hands. I usually meet all new girls personally for a clearing talk. There is a lot of prejudice against our work and our community.”

“Community?” you ask skeptically, “what community?”

“BDSM and female domination has long since arrived in the mainstream of society,” Elenore explains friendly, “people talk to each other and with some time groups and communities get founded. But as I said conservative members of society are not very happy with us. And I’m afraid criminals and black sheep give them tons of munition against us. But we are just a group of people who work together. We watch over each other and make sure everyone follows some basic rules. If you are not totally against it, I would like to invite you back in and show you what I mean.”