Straight to auction

"We rarely get uncorrupted virgins put up, she might fetch a nice price as-is," the clerk responds. The attendant gives a quick nod back to him before he disappears again to the front desk. A small wave of relief washes over you at his words. Perhaps this means you'll remain yourself instead of getting your mind wiped or some other, more horrifying fate you can't even imagine.

For now, though, you can only wait for the attendant to finish processing you. She places the two sets of paperwork to one side and gets up. She steps up to the other **** and claps her hands together. She then slowly pulls them apart, manifesting a glowing purple rope between them. Once it is a length she is satisfied with, she grabs one end and whips the other end to the other ****'s neck. The moment it makes contact with her skin, instead of leaving a wound a translucent collar, glowing purple to match the leash, appears. With a swift tug, she orders the **** to her feet.

"Time to get down to processing. It'll be fun watching your transformation," she remarks with a wicked grin. She opens the door opposite where you are sitting and leads the leashed **** out of the room. When the door opens, the previously muffled sounds of the floor below begin blasting into the room. The sudden mix of mechanical sounds and moans of pleasure is slightly jarring, and you are just as surprised at how quickly the volume dampens again once the door is closes after the two of them leave the room.

With the look the attendant gave her, you are even more glad that you won't be going through the same process. You take a deep breath, able to fully relax for the first time in a while as you are left alone in the small room. Now that you are by yourself, you aren't sure what to do. You know you probably shouldn't leave the room, but how do you choose to occupy your time?