Check the other doors

Moving to the doors to the left of the stairs you see they too have locks. 'Does everyone in Athenapolis have a mechanic on retainer that they can install locks on every single door!' you think with frustration. Angrily you turn the handle and push on the door that sits on the same side of the hallway as the double doors you had previously tried.

To your surprise this door pushes open easily and you see a well lit bed chamber. The room is lit by the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the west facing windows so it is easy to see the contents. The ceiling is decorated with painted branches creating the impression that the bed lies in the forest under a canopy of leaves. The bed covered in soft blue silks and several pillows suggests that this maybe the daughter's chambers, although a pair of sandals near the door look too big for the delicate feet that you last saw lifted high in the air for the pleasure of your men.

Next to the bed is a marble topped table with a delicately fluted porcelain bowl and pitcher resting on a embroidered mat. A mirror backed bureau stands against the wall to your right and a carved ebony box detailed in silver sits on its polished top. The bureau and box both would be worth a lot in the right market but who wants to walk around carting furniture in a cart. The ebony case must be where she keeps her jewelry; opening the lid you are disappointed to find only a few heavy pewter and brass clasps on the bottom of the velvet lined case. There is room in the case for many more items, but the pockets on the sides are empty as are the ring pegs and small compartments on the top shelf for keeping smaller pieces organized. The case itself is worth far more than the contents, clearly the easily hidden wealth in this box has been already removed.

The contents of the bureau surprise you, you had expected to find the silk undergarments of a woman, instead the draws are filled with a young man's wardrobe. The tunics, shirts and leggings are all finely made of top quality fabric but the cut and styling are that of a young man, definitely not a woman. This must be the son's room, not the girl's.

You find further confirmation of this in the back of the bottom draw. Stacked together and hidden under an ugly pair of green leggings is a collection of flyers. Each sheet contains sketches of young women, some barely dressed, others completely naked and many of them in chains. With each picture are several lines of writing that describe who the woman is and how she was captured.

The flyers, you realize, are advertizing for private **** auctions. The artist who produced these flyers did a good job representing the women for sale, each drawing had enough detail that you could see the uniqueness of the slaves face although you suspect some liberties may have been taken with the scantily clad bodies. You know enough of young men to realize why they are hidden under his clothing, you are growing hard yourself as you look at the full breasts and firm butts in the pictures. Chuckling softly under your breath you flip through the flyers carelessly until one of them catches your attention, her face is familiar. You are sure you've seen this girl before. Looking at the captive's name and description you realize why her delicate features are so recognizable.