Watch. For now.

She didn’t scream, or fight, or do anything at all to provoke the man holding her, not even when he ripped her dress off, leaving her naked. The dark streets provided some cover and the fact that they were city guards provided enough more that none of the very few people on the streets interfered, or even, aside from you, watched.

When she was naked, the guard lifted her by her braid, exposing her bare breasts and the mark between them, which looked like a tattoo to the uninitiated. “See, m’lord. Told you she was one of them. Saw this on ‘er when I was collecting ‘taxes,’” the guard holding the whore exclaimed, an ugly leer crossing his pox marked face as he remembered how the redhead had paid him to look the other way. And how she’d paid his partner. And what she might be willing to pay to keep from getting tossed in the slammer after the noble was done with her.

The mark between her breasts was that of the Mage Tower, of one of the Bound. She was a ****, magically controlled, which explained why she wasn’t fighting. Her owners didn’t care if she was ****, they just didn’t want her damaged. They enslaved fewer than you might think, as to be bound in that manner, you had to agree to it (though duress and **** were perfectly acceptable ways to get you to agree). For them to waste one of their magically bound slaves as a whore meant that they were either real hard up for cash, or she was being punished for something she’d done back when she had a will of her own. Or she was someone important, who needed to be discredited. Or she was…well, there were a lot of possibilities, none of them pleasant. At least for her.

“Where’s my wife? What have you done with her?” the nobleman asked furiously.

“I can tell you what I’d like to do to her, and you,” the whore began, licking her lips sensually.

The angry noble hit her hard across the face, knocking her back against the armor of the guard holding her. “I know you’re part of the organization that took her. Tell me where she is, or I swear to all the gods I will…” you were distracted from his threats because the guard whose hands weren't full of hooker was getting real interested in you. Time to decide what to do…