To Service Him

The Nothian speaker takes his helmet off and sets it down on the chair. He's a light brown man with short hair and dark eyes. He's younger than you expected, maybe even in his early twenties.

"Strip," he says.

Fuck. Okay. Breathe. You have to breathe. "Are you going to **** me?" you ask.

"I'm going to test your proficiency as a potential pleasure ****," he says. "You're a good candidate for that."

"So that's a yes, then."

"If you want to think of it that way, sure, but either way, I suggest putting your all into it. You'll be graded on your performance, and that grade will be shown to buyers. The better you do, the higher your price will be. The more expensive you are, the richer your buyer will be. The richer your buyer is, the more luxurious your life will be. Now, last chance before you get the collar{if Trust <=-10} again{endif}. Strip. {if Guard **** A=1} it's not like this is the first time I've used you.{else}It's not like I haven't seen you naked before.{endif}"