Checked in to Team Rocket custody

With your status as a trainer taken care of, the grunt closes the trainer registration system and opens another program. Emblazoned with a large Team Rocket logo in the top left, this program looks to be called "Rocket Inventory". You are confused by what he wants to do with this kind of program when he clicks on a tag labeled "Rare Goods".

Under this tab, however, are three sub-categories: Rare Items, Pokemon, and Sex Slaves. He clicks into the third category which brings up a screen covered in full-body nude pictures of female trainers with an associated Rocket ID number. From here he clicks a button to create a new entry before uploading your photos into the system. Once your body is put on full display in this database it assigns you a Rocket ID and with one more click an engraving machine on a desk behind you two springs to life.

All eyes in the room turn to the metal tag seated in the center of this machine. It only takes a few seconds for your tag to be ready. The grunt removes the finished product and looks it over before clipping it to your collar. You're marked like cattle now, "RS00358". You turn around as the grunt returns to the computer terminal and you see your photos among the trainers listed on the site.

You're not completely sure the implications of this but you know for a fact this means your fate is in the hands of Team Rocket. The snarky grunt who kept interjecting himself into your processing returns again, this time with another leash. You know by now what this means so you stand up for him, waiting anxiously as he clips the leash to your collar and leads you deeper into the compound.