Amy

Amy found herself in a spartan room, quite the opposite from the richly appointed lobby of the hotel. Straw coated the floor, much like in the cows breeding stalls, and there were only rough hewn benches along the walls in some places on which to sit. On the walls however, were what seemed to be framed pieces of glass, each about four feet long and two feet high. There were two on all three of the walls that were before her. Amy walked up to the one closet to her, which was on her left.

As she got close enough to see through the glass, Amy realized that they were actually one way mirrors. She was now looking into what appeared to be a restroom. Below her vision, were sinks in white marble, with stacks of thick towels with the name of the stitched into them. Across from her were stalls, which did not seem out of place for any normal bathroom. But next to the stalls was something odd. There were the normal urinals that she recognized from pictures and television of her days before her capture, but in-between each urinal was a **** with her collar chained to the grate below her, two in total and each between a urinal so that there write three urinals and two chained slaves. In that stance, they was **** to squat or kneel on the ground, a stance of supplication Amy was familiar with.

At the middle window, Amy saw several slaves standing on a raised dais at the end of the room. High heels elongated their legs which disappeared into dresses and gowns of different lengths and states of reveal. This was the first time Amy had seen slaves wearing clothes since she'd been captured, and she wouldn't have guessed they were slaves if it weren't for the rings in the women's noses and the fait outline of rings and chains that stood out on the ****'s nipples. Between her and them were a single row of chairs with a few men occupying them. The setting recalled her own sale months earlier, but instead of a auctioneer barking and displaying the women, it seemed to Amy that these women were displaying themselves. She guessed that this was one of the high end whore houses where visiting guests could sleep with women they could only dream about in the outside world.

Finally, Amy moved the window on her right. Through it, she saw a room even more sparsely decorated than the one she was in, white tile on the floor and walls, a drain in the center of the room. At the end of the room, she could see Jenny, her collar loosely tied to one of the steel rings that seemed to adorn every room in the ****'s world. Jenny was standing on a small platform being measured with a measuring tape: arms, legs, waist, bust. Amy watched as the little man holding the measuring tape moved deftly around her.