A Lithe Redhead, 100 years in the future, Jupiter Station 8

You slowly blink your eyes in the bright light as you sit up on the medical bench.

"Welcome back to the world of the living," the attending doctor, a sturdy looking man in his 30s dressed in scrubs, says. "You woke up fairly easily, so you should be able to get on with your work soon enough."

"My work?" you ask, your voice a bit more musical than you remember. Looking down you notice your nudity as red hair swings into your eyes, groggily you cover yourself up.

"Of course, you have 100 years worth of storage and handling fees to take care of, on top of what you didn't pay towards your initial package," he flips the tablet towards you showing you your current debt.

You gulp as you look over that number, "And what is to become of me in the meantime?"

Wordlessly the doctor quickly reaches up to your throat, clipping something around it before withdrawing. As you panic and tug at the collar, the doctor continues, "As per the contract you signed before your freeze, you'll be deemed property of the company and as you have been sold to Jupiter Station 8. You'll be ours until you have that paid off. No shore leave, no property."

"So. I'm you're ****?" your voice cracks in worry.

"No. You're an asset of the station administrators," the doctor responds. "I'm just here to wake you up and patch you up."

You sigh, "So, what do I have in the meantime?"

"A small cabin, a jumpsuit, and a station tablet."

"And when will I be getting those?" you wiggle a bit, remembering your nudity.

"In just a moment. Nancy!" he calls.

A buxom brunette dressed in a slutty nurse outfit and a collar of her own saunters into the room, "Yes, Doctor?"

"Show this new asset to her room and get her settled in," the doctor says.

"Of course," she bows her head and offers her hand to you.

You semi-reluctantly take it, feeling the cold floor beneath your bare feet. She leads you through paths and corridors eventually ending up in a hall of capsule beds. She points to one on the bottom that lights up with your name on the screen over it. She pops open the drawer underneath revealing a tablet and a jumpsuit that is effectively a onesie. Sliding into it, you feel as though it is strong enough to protect you from most issues, though fragile enough to intentional intrusion. Nancy takes your hand and presses it against the tablet causing it to light up.

"Now that you've finished being registered...