Sub-lime

You walk into the building and it’s beyond fancy, Ms Yung spared no expense. The people that ate here weren’t just a little rich, they were the richest. Every inch of the floor spotless and they even had a mixed staff. Most of them people and only some of them were slaves, a nice place like this could afford human labor. You walk up to the counter and give your name, “Lisa.”

“Ah Ms Lisa, Ms Yung is waiting for you upstairs, please follow me.” The waiter guided you upstairs to another spotless chamber of luxury. You can see people from TV and music everywhere, it’s a beehive of the super rich. In the middle of it all was Ms Yung alone at her table sipping on red wine. “This is your table ma’am” the waiter ducks away gracefully after pulling out your chair.

“Ms Yung… this place is amazing!” You look starstruck glazing over the rooms inhabitants. “It sure is, I’ve already ordered for us. I hope you like red wine and steak.” A **** quietly appears next to your table and pours your wine for you. She looks really cute but all the slaves do. Is it normal to think slaves look cute?

The waiter returns with the steaks and bows away again. It’s a meal fit for a queen. “Thank you so much,” you say before you start to cut in. Ms Yung is already eating so you better follow suit. After the first bite you are in heaven, it’s the juiciest steak you’ve ever had and it just melts away in your mouth. “Mmmm!” You can’t help but make that pleasure known. Ms Yung giggles at your expression.

The two of you talk a little about business and then what you like to do in your free time. You’ve never really seen this side of Ms Yung before. She’s really friendly outside of work. “Well we do have work tomorrow so let’s not overstay” Ms Yung reminds you while signaling for the check.

The waiter returns with two checks. Oh no, she wasn’t treating you. You didn’t bring money either. Not like you even had enough spending money to afford a $2000 meal, you’re next to dead broke! “Ms Yung, I uh forgot to bring my money and funds have been a little tight.” Her smile turns back to that stern frown that she always wears. “Lisa, you know the rules. If you really don’t have anyway to pay, I’ll cover the cost of the meal and become your master once you’ve been tried for stealing food.”

You look on in horror at Ms Yung. She’s dead serious. “Get Lisa here processed and send her to my house tomorrow morning.” Ms Yung says to the waiter. The last thing you remembered was the prick of a needle in your neck.