Yes.

"Krac." The sergeant swears and takes the latinum bar. "Check the human." He grunts at one of the other guards, who waves a hand held scanning device around Kenya a few times. "She's clean." The guard nods.

The sergeant calls someone and briefly speaks to them in the Ferengi tongue. Opening the door behind himself, he points down the hallway. "You've got ten minutes, don't waist the boss' time or you'll be dealing with me."

Lt. Nyarai gives a thankful nod in the Ferengi custom and walks down the short hallway, which has another metal door at its end. Once in the passage, however, the door behind her closes shut and the hallway goes dark. Keeping her nerves together, Kenya waits, and soon a red scanning beam goes down the tunnel, first horizontally and then vertically. After another few seconds of darkness, the door in front of her opens.

Walking into a surprisingly spartan office Kenya sees and old, yet distinguished looking Ferengi immaculately dressed behind a large desk. He motions to the chair in front of him. "Sit, human, please sit."

Kenya sits down and thanks the slaver lord.

"My name is Kazash." He smiles. "Though looking at someone as beautiful as yourself is almost payment enough for my time, there are still appropriate traditions to follow."

"Of course." The lieutenant knows what all Ferengi "traditions" center around and places a latinum bar on Kazah's desk.

"An appropriate greeting, my respects." The boss looks at the bar, but doesn't yet pick it up. "Now let me see if I can guess why you're here."