You choose the pens

You have to wonder if this wasn't a set up the whole time. There's just something odd, and it doesn't feel right to you. Yes, you are aboard a Denivian **** ship, but did Elise plan on this happening to you? The fact that Targ let slip out Rin and Elise had been in his bed sets your teeth on edge. "I'm not as submissive as you think I am, Targ. I won't be your woman of my own free will. No one owns me!" you spit in his face defiantly. "Least of all Captain Slut back aboard the Swift Night. You may be a whoremaster, but I am no whore. You will have to break me before I submit."

Targ scowls. "Have it your way, bitch." He looks over to Rin. "I take it you feel the same way?"

"I don't care what I did in the past with you, Targ. That was for the Captain, and not for me. She talked me into it." Rin pauses. "There's nothing enjoyable about fucking a smelly Denivian slime merchant."

"Very well" Targ growls. "You've made your choices." He looks at your escorts. "Take them to the pens! Strip them both!"

With that being said, your two escorts grab you both by the arms, and take you away. You have no idea what lies in store for you, but you're a natural born survivor, and you know you'll overcome this, some way, some how. You only hope Rin can do the same.