The shortened tour

As promised, the first place Karden took Vrasha was to the poorer quarters. It certainly didn't look anything like the poor quarters in her city. There were a few shanties left standing, but signs were posted marking them for demolition. Even the people they passed by were dressed nicely and looked in the best of health.

"As you can see, we've managed to replace a great deal of the squalor with brand new housing. It's housing even the nobles wouldn't mind living in." A few people waved at the minister and smiled as if they knew him. He smiled and waved back, then turned his attention to Vrasha.

"I must say minister I am very impressed with all of this. I really didn't expect things to be this nice." Vrasha was unsure what else to say. She felt ashamed that many of her own people lived in such terrible conditions, and she began to wish she could do something about it personally.

"You're worried about your own people," Karden spoke. "It's written all over your face."

"Yes, I am very worried about them. Too much poverty brings about unwanted circumstances in itself."

"My lady, perhaps you should try a similar approach?" he quizzed. "Perhaps not with slavery, but with something else."

Vrasha pondered over this for a few moments. "I wouldn't know where to begin. But I do know that I must do something for the good of all my people." She thought about what to do when she got back home. Perhaps she could sell off a lot of the kingdom's treasures and use the proceeds to enrich everyone's life? People here were so happy. There wasn't a frown on anyone's face. That's what she wanted for her kingdom.

"Now, as promised, we will head for the noble quarters," said Karden.

"I don't think that will be necessary, minister. I believe you when you say the noble quarters and the poor quarters are about equal. I've seen it for myself. I'd rather move on to the **** facilities to see firsthand how the process is handled. That is, if you don't mind."

"Your wish is my command," Karden smiled. He turned the carriage around and headed for the **** induction center. Soon enough the carriage stopped in front of a long, stone building. People were standing outside the entrance, waiting their turn in line.

"All of these people are here to sign up as slaves?" Vrasha mused. "Of their own free will?"

"Of their own free will, my lady," Karden answered. "If you don't believe me, talk to some of them before they enter the building. You'll find they are able to speak their minds just as freely before they become slaves as they do afterward."

Vrasha did just that. She sprang lightly from the carriage and went right for the first woman in line she saw. "Excuse me," she began. "Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?"

The young ginger haired girl turned around and smiled. "It's a long line, so it looks like we have plenty of time. I don't mind. Ask away."

Vrasha could not help but notice how well built the young woman was. Her breasts were supple of medium size, and her figure was well rounded. She couldn't help but lick her lips.

"Fancy me already?" the girl asked with a giggle. "If you're here to buy I'll let you know right now I'm a virgin, and I like women better than men. Or are you here to become a **** yourself?"

She was totally caught off guard by the young woman's remarks. "No, I've not come here to become a ****. I've come to ask people like you why they want to become a ****."

"Now the answer to that is easy," the girl began. "The money is good after we serve out our contract, and we're well taken care of while we are enslaved. I have a few friends who have done the exact same thing. They've sold themselves and they seem so happy to have done it."

"But you're so young and still a virgin," Vrasha's voice seemed to protest. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Absolutely. It doesn't just benefit me, but everyone," the young ginger proclaimed. "But it would make it much more fun if someone like you were to buy me? Please? I want you! I think it's love at first sight."

"I don't even know your name!" she exclaimed. "We don't even know each other."

"That's easy to fix!" the girl giggled. "My name is Henna, and I love women, especially women like you. I want you, and only you, to take my virginity. Now tell me what your name is."

"Vrasha," the flustered princess found herself saying.

"Let me give you a preview of what can be yours if you buy me," said Henna. She took Vrasha into her arms and kissed her full on the lips.