David comes out

About five minutes later, a man emerged from the building that Scott recognized as David, a long-time acquaintance from the BWC. However, their relationship had always amazing due to David's notorious racism and staunch support for the controversial law. As he approached, David smiled, "Well, well, look who we have here. Scott, so good to see you again I almost thought you would not advantage of this law, but here you are with a nice little stable of your own. And I presume these 'sluts' are all from your office?"

Scott simply nods in response as David continues, "I must say, I'm surprised to see you in this line of work. How did you land such a job?"

With a smirk, David replies, "Oh, my brother-in-law happens to be a Congressman and he pulled some strings for me. Now let's get on with it so you can pay your taxes."

Scott smiles and responds, "Lead the way then, David."

As they walk through the lobby and past a locked door, Scott catches a glimpse of offices and cells where women are being held for processing. David leads him to the largest cell and gestures for Scott to choose one of the women while the others wait in the room. A security guard stands watch over them as Maribel and Scott follow David into his office next door.

As they enter the office, the sleek black desk immediately catches their attention. David, the owner of the establishment, sits behind it with a confident posture. "Do you have all of the necessary paperwork?" he asks in a calm voice.

Scott hands over the stack of papers and leans against the wall, eager to get this task over with. "So, what's the name of our ****?" he asks impatiently.

"Maribel," Scott replies with a slight smirk.

David nods, "Okay, good," he says with a hint of satisfaction. "Let me just pull up her information on the computer and then we can calculate the taxes for her." As he types away on his keyboard, the sound of clacking keys fills the otherwise quiet room. The screen illuminates David's face as he studies Maribel's profile intently, his fingers dancing over the keys effortlessly. The tension in the room eases as David works his magic, and soon they will have all the information they need for their calculations.

"So Maribel Sanchez, the base rate is 200, she is age 32, so that adds on another 112.5 dollars. Now lets do the beauty rating. She is not a white woman so she cannot get that high of a rating but turn around sweetie let me get a good look at you," says David.

Maribel hesitantly begins to spin as David's sharp command echoes in her ears, "Good. Now strip." Her body trembles with fear and confusion as she slowly starts to undress, her hands shaking as they move to remove each article of clothing. A cold breeze hits her bare skin, causing her to shiver and instinctively cover her breasts with her arms. Meanwhile, David stands calmly by, watching her with an impassive expression.

On the other hand, Scott seems thoroughly entertained by the situation. His smirk widens as he comments, "Well done, David. You certainly know how to make a business transaction more interesting."

David merely shrugs and continues his calculations, speaking in a monotone voice. "Based on her physical appearance and language proficiency, I estimate an additional 200 dollars for that. And since she is not a virgin, there are no deductions. The total price for Maribel would be 512.5 dollars." Maribel can feel her cheeks burning with humiliation as she stands exposed before these two men, reduced to nothing but a monetary value in their eyes.