Be a good girl. Wait.

Shiki did just that. She waited there, sitting and kneeling patiently. How much time was passing? Did any time pass at all? The light at the end of the container didn't seem to dim or fade in any way, nor did it go out. For all she knew, it could be night, and the men she had encountered could have been resting for the moment. Despite the possibilities, she did not make any attempt to leave at any moment. For some odd reason, she had decided that maybe, just maybe, listening and waiting for them to come for her later was the better option. The only thing she could listen to was the faint humming of the lights, and the weak moans and cries of other nearby girls, some sobbing, and some already... pleasuring themselves.

Enough time passes that Shiki was ready to fall asleep on her own gain, but at that moment the chains are undone, as the container doors creak and groan open loudly. Standing in front of her, as the full light of the warehouse hits her directly, was a large man, with two others next to him. Some kind of higher-ranking thug, or maybe even the boss of operations here? They did mention handing her off to someone before whacking her down. As he approached, Shiki instinctively felt her legs push up, before the man held a hand out. "Sit."

Shiki freezes, before getting back down on her knees. "Good girl. Open your mouth."

Her lips tighten up at first, before relenting, and spreading open, her jaws falling wide apart as strands of saliva split and break off inside of her mouth. "Good girl. Tell me who you are." He undoes his pants, zipping down the crotch, before pulling his briefs down to reveal his erecting cock right in front of her face. A strong, heavy musk wafted its way over her face, as he stepped closer, and lay it across her left eye.