Yuki dances for Soddorom

Yuki remains at Soddorom's dias, lying on one side, her hand resting over her hip, her athletic body on full display for all coming to witness their Lord's newest prize. Some former Assassin, her shame immortalized as she is made into his tasty cocksleeve for all to see, with nothing to do but to endure his gropes, his spanks, his septic flesh and horrid smell.

The music plays, a pulsing Alien rap tune. Even in another language Yuki can understand it's bawdy nature, it's overt pulsing and sensuality. With it the patrons of Soddorom cheer and raise their glasses. Before the dias a table is erected with a golden pole.

The pyres before the dias blast at a theatrical heat, casting a golden light on Yuki's nearly naked body as she is **** to take to it. The torches on all other stages dim as she is **** onto the little stage before Soddorom and his scum. To dance, to entertain.

This can't be what I'm doing ...

If Soddorom grows bored of her he may find more creative ways to humiliate her, he might sell her off, or hell even eat her. Yuki--despite her predicament, is a woman of focus, of determination. She can do anything, she sets her mind to. She knows this. Perhaps there's a way out yet, a flaw in his line of defense, or if nothing else, a way to end him and herself before anyone can stop it.

The beat drops, and with it Yuki takes the slack of her chain, and twirls it like a lasso while rocking her bare hips, all around her platform. She grabs the pole from the back, dry humping the air, thrusting out her chest, then her abs, all the while shutting her eyes. Opening them slowly and lazily on her Master on his dias, on the edge of his seat. Hoping he is pleased.

She struts around the stage, shifting her pert ass left to right, giving her ass a jiggling smack before spinning, and sliding down to throw her head back, whipping her two ponytails. No applause or respect, but the horny catcalls, whistles, and groping of the genitals is the validation she needs. She rolls onto her back, running her hands down her tits and sides all the way to her g-string, pulling them off slowly around her bare feet.

She rolls onto her chest, placing one hand after the other as she crawls to the end, looking into the repulsive face of her Master. The gash of syphilitic blubber parting for his tongue that dances over his bottom lip. She looks into that and licks her own lips. As she arrives at the end of the table to knead her tits tipped with gold pasties united by a chain, pulled off with a tug to show her puffy nipples to Master. Naked save for bracelets and the collar, Yuki throws her arms high, slowly rocking and flailing to show off her flawless belly and tits as she table-dances for Soddorom.