Rest of the evaluations

Scott grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Perfect," he says to David, who nods in agreement. He grabs Maribel and with a confident stride, Scott heads towards the cell and opens it,tosses her in and grabs a petite Asian woman he had not had seen before, but her name was Ayame. She looked out of place, like she didn't belong in this dimly lit office. She must have been sent from their head office in Japan. Luckily, he had put her face shot into the paperwork so they knew who she was. Ignoring her struggles, Scott pulls her by the arm and leads her into David's office. As soon as they enter, he tosses her in front of David with a smug smile on his face.

David repeats his meticulous evaluation process with Ayame, his sharp eyes scanning her features and noting every detail. After a few moments, he announces, "Well, being a foreigner does raise the price a bit, but her limited English proficiency could work in your favor. All in all, I would value her at 680." David's words are accompanied by a thoughtful nod, as if he has taken into account countless factors to arrive at this conclusion. The atmosphere in the room is tense and business-like, each word and gesture carrying weight and importance.

The evaluation of all the slaves continued, carried out by David as he carefully inspected each one. As Scott stood by, overseeing the process, Maribel was pulled back in after having been briefly released. In a cruel display of ownership and dominance, she was **** to pay for all of the other slaves - a reminder that they were nothing but commodities to their masters. With this task completed, David turned to Scott and thanked him, his voice oozing with sardonic charm. "Ah, Scott. Your little group of slaves and whores is quite impressive. We must arrange a time for our paths to cross again, so we can swap them around and enjoy the pleasures of each other's property." The scene to Maribel was filled with an unsettling mix of power dynamics and depravity, making it clear that morality had no place in this world.

Scott's voice echoed through the room as he exited, his confident stride belying the dark intentions in his mind. He gathered up all the slaves, their eyes downcast and bodies trembling with fear, and commanded them to follow him. "Let's go, whores," he sneered, leading them out to his large truck parked outside. As they made their way through the streets, Kimiko stood waiting by the truck, her loyalty to Scott unwavering despite the violent deeds she was **** to participate in.

"Take my truck," Scott commanded, gesturing towards the group of submissive women. "Bring all these sluts back to Maribel's place."

Kimiko nodded silently and began loading the terrified women into the vehicle. Just as she was about to leave, Scott stopped her with a demand for her car keys. She hesitated, wanting to protest, but eventually tossed him the keys in defeat. Scott climbed into her car and drove off towards his daughter's high school.