Yes, Lt. Nyarai has been fully compromised.

The Betazoid smiles. "Kenya Garcia Nyarai. Age twenty-four. Born in Point Fortin, Trinidad, Terra. Five foot seven, one hundred and twenty-three pounds. Graduated Star Fleet Academy with honors. Current rank lieutenant. Member of Star Fleet Intelligence. Currently on joint assignment with the Department of Temporal Investigations.

With the mention of "Star Fleet" the two guards step back, keeping their weapons leveled, but with much more serious intent.

"Are you going to try to kill me?" Kenya grimly looks the Betazoid dead in the eyes.

"Oh, no." The auctioneer shakes her head. "That would be at best a waste, and at worse lacking entertainment." Drawing a strangle looking weapon the female slaver commands, "Now strip, and I mean everything."

Kenya tries to remain cool as she kicks off her boots. She as never been captured before she thinks, as her belt and pants hit the floor. Trying to focus on memories of the interrogation training back at the academy she undoes her bra, baring her naked tits. The stories of what the Ferengi do to beautiful prisoners, however, also comes to mind, as Kenya drops her panties, stripping herself naked.

"Damn." The auctioneer smiles. "That's one hell of a body you have there Star Fleet. If you were green, I would think you're Orion." And with that the Betazoid shoots Kenya in the stomach. Doubling over in excruciating pain, electric sparks jump across lieutenant's body.

"Don't worry, it won't kill you." The auctioneer puts away her weapon. "It just neutralizes any electronic or bio-organic tracking means Star Fleet might have put in you."

The last thing Kenya remembers before she blacks out is the Ferengi picking her up and dragging her out of the room.