You do

"Sure, I'll sign this agreement with you," you tell Remar.

"Perfect!" The man jumps over and pulls out a quill and ink from a crate resting along the gate's wall. You pick up the quill, however you have no idea how to sign your name on the contract. Remar notices this and says, "Please if you do not know how to sign your name, just draw an X on it." You go ahead and mark and X on the paper and he quickly takes the parchement, looks over it, folds it and puts it in his jacket.

"Now for my part of the bargain," he says as he heads over to the guard that sent you away earlier. He pulls out a bag of coins and says a few words to the the guard. They then both motion for you to head over. The guard has his own book-keeping to do.

"Name?" The guard asks.

"Madeline d'Bonatel," you respond, glad to see that everything is being solved now.

"Profession, well, I already know that one whore," the guard says as he writes down your profession. "Welcome to Ronet, follow its laws and you'll do just fine."

You head past the gate and enter the town. You are taken aback by the stone buildings and large central road paved past the gate. Your every step reverberates along, and strange flags and signs hang everywhere in what you believe to be the market square. The bustle, even at this late hour, is great as men and women selling their goods at stalls try to get a few quick sells before heading home. In the town's central square, there is a statue of a stern man with thick lines, the type that men used to command usually get from being angry at people, you guess.

Suddenly someone grabs your arm and you are turned around. "Hey, I hope you're not trying to head away from me," says Remar.

"What are you talking about? I can go where I please, you'll get your money in a few weeks, let go of me," you say as you try to pull away.

He grabs you by your other arm as well and pulls you briskly to him. "No, actually, you can't, because if you read your contract bitch you'd know that until you pay me back, you work for me."

You try to escape from his grasp, but as he lets go of one of your arms you think that now is your chance... until he slaps you square across the face. You stop squirming for a moment to get your bearings.

"Listen girlie, you signed an agreement to work for me until you pay me back the money I paid to get you in here. Ask any of the guards, they'll tell you just as much. If you try to leave the town, then they'll stop you and whip you for trying to neglect your contract, then I'll have **** but to sell you to slavers to get my money back."

Damn, damn, damn, you think to yourself. You've been conned by this well-oiled snake. Damn it if only you could read.

"Listen it's not all bad," he says in that same tone he took when he was pitching his agreement to you, "You're a whore anyway. Men like to do...interesting thing to girls like you, especially those who are on their own. I'll take care of you, give you a place to stay, and food to eat. You've got quite a few fine aspects that you'll be able to sell yourself for a decent price and pay me back."

You know that he is right. You're new and attractive so you should be making plenty of money on your ass.

"So, will you honor your agreement?" Remar asks.