She can do whatever she wants, you think.

In the taxi cab Linda was surprisingly silent, and the driver pretty sure haven’t identified you as lovers… or just Mistess and slave… or what are you now?

But in her apartment, which is quite spacious, with several rooms, Linda suddenly turns into a good hostess. She puts a deliciously smelling dish into the nuke and opens a bottle of wine.

Wait, weren’t you a rightless slave doll with a pantyhose on her face just several hours ago?... But you won’t lie, her new attitude towards you makes you feel good.

Linda and you have dinner together, sitting close at her not-so-big table, so she pours you wine, glass after glass…

One could think she wants to get you drunk and then make use of it… but nonsense, she could fuck you even sober, you wouldn’t mind.

But after several glasses, when your mind gets easy and clouded at the same time, Linda finally declares what (as you suppose) was her initial goal.

“You were a… pretty good mannequin”

In Linda’s language, it must mean “really good”.

“And I could use you further”.

Is it a… job proposal?

“I had many mannequins…” - she starts.

Does she mean - girls?

“... but only a few met my requirements. You are one of those”.

That must be an honor, you suppose… you are an honored slave!...

Okay, girl, you are a bit drunk. Isn’t that what Linda wanted?

“But you won’t earn much as my mannequin. I’d say, 10 a week”.

10 a week? At least 100, maybe? Or 1000, even better?

“That’s not a job. I need a thing. A mannequin. Consider it more of a leasing contract”

Are you that drunk or is she speaking some complete rubbish?

Okay, it's KINKY rubbish. But still.

“Instead, you will get good storage and all needed supplies. I mean, a room in my apartment and food”.

So now you are working for food? That didn’t ever happen to you, even during your university years.

“And of course, you’ll be properly, regularly and utterly fucked” - Linda says, putting her hand on your knee.

That must be the wine, but something explodes in your head when Linda touches you, and because of that smoke you can’t think straight.