Few answers, more questions, and the threat of a uniform.

He led her towards the main staircase.

"All the young ladies in my employ have to sign a contract. It's a rule I have to follow. Lucky for us, you're still a ward of your mother. She signed right away to keep her precious little girl out of jail."

Britney was watching Mr. Lash as he spoke. He was changing. His formerly hunched posture was straightening out and his snow white hair was now streaked with black. Britney was feeling better now, and started paying attention to her surroundings. What rules had he been talking about?

The silvery ornament that served as Lash's cane handle caught her eye. It was a bare breasted woman in bondage, done in silver. Lash's fingers rubbed over the chrome breasts absentmindedly as he walked. Britney could almost swear she could hear it moaning. They had reached the foot of the staircase. Mr. Lash turned to her.

"Now then, go upstairs and take a left. Go in the third door on your right. I've prepared some proper attire for the work you'll be doing."