You go to collect Naomi

The cab drive to the training facility takes a while, and when you arrive, it costs you $60, you already spent $50 yesterday getting to the hotel from the airport, and another $30 you had to pay to the hotel for Naomi missing work yesterday. This holiday is becoming expensive, and you haven’t even done anything fun yet. At least breakfast and dinner is provided for at the hotel. You didn’t do anything yesterday, you just stayed in the room, feeling guilty about whatever Naomi had been put through.

The cab drivers have told you a lot about the island; how you can make your **** work, either through labor, or sexually for anything here. You’d never make Naomi do that, but maybe your money is only going to stretch so far. She should have just worn the damned collar; it wouldn’t have been so hard.

You arrive at the training facility, it’s just like a prison.

You go to the reception desk, and tell them who you’re here for.

“So, that’ll be $100,” the woman behind the desk says.

Your mouth opens wide, and you continue to stare at her for a moment.

“It’s a fine for your **** lacking discipline and not following the rules. As soon as the fine is paid, your **** will be returned to you.”