Chapter 40
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Go to the Roissy main hall
This large, high-ceilinged room is lit chiefly by the light emanating from the fireplace, and by candelabras and wall sconces. A casual arrangement of sofas, divans and chairs form a loose, wide circle, framing the fireplace, and also open to the foyer.
You walk gingerly into the Main Hall, painfully conscious of the fact that you're naked and in chains, and aware that this whole program was written to humiliate you. You're understandably a little afraid.
To your relief, you see only two people in here - a young woman, hogtied and arranged on an ottoman near the fireplace, and a tall valet standing to one side.
Your relief swiftly fades to dismay, however, as the valet turns and notes your presence.
“Have you been assigned no duties, ****?” he demands.
Not sure what to answer or how, you reply in your best imitation of 'meek ****', “No, Sir.”
“Drop to your knees, then.”