Go to the Registry

Listening to the voice in your head calling out for this life, you walk up to the **** registry, and you enter the builing. As you step through the door, the receptionist looks at you puzzled: looks like she didn't expect an adenian to stumble here!

"What can I do for you, miss?" she asks, returning to her kind demeanor.

"I want to volunteer for slavery," you say, your green face blushing from a sudden rush of excitement. "I also have a tracker in my intestines. I don't know if you guys can do something about it."

"Oh, we certainly can," the receptionist nods, still smiling. "Wait here until the personnel arrives for processing."

"Thank you," you nod, still unsure if this was a good idea.

You stand idle for a couple minutes, then a tall man arrives accompanied by two security guards. They take you to one of the dressing rooms. Once there, you are to strip naked, and you are equipped with a ruanite straitjacket a pair of **** ballet boots and a ballgag.

"Mhmm!" One of the men yanks your leash, and you grit your teeth against the gag. They start to escort you through the corridors. First, you enter a room full of electronics, where they push a button, and they tell you that the tracker is now harmless. After that, you are escorted about a hundred meters, leading to a corridor filled with cells made of glass, barely large enough to accomodate a person.

You are stepped inside one of the cells. You are knelt down, as expected, and your leash is attached to the O-ring in the middle of the cell. Your legs are strapped together and you are blindfolded, then you receive an injection in your neck containing the nanites.

"Seeing you soon, darling," you can hear the guard say, and the cell is locked in front of you.