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{if flixaAffection = 40}Flixa smiles brightly, revealing her fangs, which could look threatening, but with that expression look kind of cute. "Great. I will go and get that sorted out with Slavemistress Tilxe, then. See you later. For now, go and follow the orders I gave everyone else."

You lose sight of the Arachne as you join the rest of the slaves in the middle of the room.

{elseif flixaAffection = -20}Flixa's face falls. "Oh," she says dejectedly. "You... Fine. Just go and join the others."

You lose sight of the Arachne as you join the rest of the slaves in the middle of the room, feeling somewhat guilty about letting her down.

{elseif arachneCaptor = 3}Over the next while, more and more villagers arrive in the hall. All are just as naked as you, and wearing the same collar.

{endif}Wandering aimlessly through the crowd of slaves, you spot Sorinne, a close friend and skilled fighter who would often come on trading journeys with you to protect the cargo. The bruises on her arms suggest that they didn't take her without a fight.

{if voluntarySlave = true}You don't think you can look her in the eye right now, surrendering as you did while she was fighting to save you.

Fortunately, you are spared that awkward reunion when you notice an older looking Arachne climbing onto{else@}Seeing the fear in her eyes, you silently sweep her into a hug. {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}Y{else@}Both of y{endif}our shoulders become damp with tears as you comfort {if arachneSlaveArousal = true}her{else@}each other{endif}.

Suddenly, Sorinne releases the hug and stands upright, looking over your head. Glancing behind you, you see that an older looking Arachne has climbed on{endif} the stage, and you feel yourself standing to watch.

"Good afternoon, everyone," she says, the other Arachne falling respectfully silent. "For those of you who do not know me, I am Slavemistress Tilxe. I organised this mission, and what a successful mission it has been. I see lots of strong men, some of whom will be kept to fertilise eggs, while others will be sold on. I see plenty of pretty women, whose wombs shall play hosts to our next generation."

She looks at the Arachne around the room. "As usual, those taking part may choose between taking one of the slaves they personally captured as their own, or a share of the combined profits from the sale of those they personally captured and the goods and money taken from the village. Everyone has now indicated their choice to me, so we are ready to proceed."

She now looks back into the middle of the room at the crowd of slaves. "Those of you who are to be sold at my market, I now have your control bracelets on. I am going to lead you to your new home, and I order you to follow me. Those of you who are not compelled by that order should wait for their new mistress to collect them."