Yes

Naomi nudges you, whispering, “Go on, you’ll enjoy it.”

You walk over to the empty chair, looking over the men sat around the table. The table is low enough that you can see all of their slaves kneeling beside them, and they can all see Naomi too.

“Let’s introduce ourselves,” the Aussie man says. “I’m Johnny. My **** here is Zoe.” He tilted his head to the brunette with the tattoos. To my left is Carl.” Carl cracks his neck; he has a mean look on his face. He’s got a wide nose, and a shiny bald head. “His **** is Valentina.” The girl beside him is petite looking, with small boobs, but a very, very pretty face. “Next up, we’ve got Lucas.” Lucas was the man with shaved hair and earrings.

“A pleasure to meet you,” Lucas says in an American accent. “My **** is Ashley.” He strokes Ashley’s face, she has shoulder length blonde hair and ripped abs.

“I’m Lee,” the next man says. He’s east Asian, with a **** who looks like she is too. “This is Jenny.”

The last man is British, a Londoner by the sounds. His name is George; his **** is called Nadine. A busty, dark haired girl who looked a little skittish.

“Let’s play some cards then,” Lucas says.

“Keys in gentlemen,” Johnny says.

“Keys?” you ask in confusion. “We’re not… playing for cars are we?”

There’s a howl of laughter around the table.

“Of course not,” Johnny says, smiling at you. He places the key to his ****’s collar in the center of the table. “We’re playing for slaves."