... and nods.

“Chadwaer serum?" you state and whistle. "That is not good."

Vola nods. “So you see my dilemma. Whilst outwardly I appear to be Vola, if anyone tickles me they would immediately know I was not. The sheer expense of Chadwaer serum would be very telling, I think.” She blushes.

You suck your lip as you realise she is correct. The merest caress could reveal her condition and give her away. Interested, you reach out and caress her fuller breast. She reacts as a serum girl normally would. You then tickle her and she melts into a wet moaning mess. “Hmm. Yes… I see.” You pause to let her recover. “What are the chances that you are tickled? It is a rare fetish. If you are compliant and submissive then what need would anyone have of using the feather upon you. And Jasair would not have told anyone about what she did to you, would she?”

“I don’t know. She may have told my brother,” Vola suggests, “but it seems unlikely. She kept her unladylike activities quite secret from my family for good reason. No doubt my brother knew of them. And her body servant,” Vola colours. “Perhaps Jasair told her brother Leom. He was my friend. We used to come here together.” You know Leom. He is one of the ringleaders of the young nobles social group. You regard the serum girl. Clearly there was more that Vola was not telling you, but you did not need to know all the sordid details. Perhaps you could tickle them out of Vola later. That might be amusing.

You consider Leom. He had taken the original Vola regularly to the furs in a private alcove within your former establishment after Brule was ruked. Clearly he wanted to master the freshly Ruked Brule. This was starting to fall into place. You could endear yourself to Leom and get him to aid you. You just had to get Vola… Brule into his alcove and inform him of the girls true identity.

You sigh and climb from the cot. “Come. We must make ourselves ready for Overlords Day. The girls will be escorted by the guards to shop for costumes.” You find your scant clothes and slip into them. Vola nods and climbs naked from the cot and also starts to dress.

Dressed you join the other girls and are escorted under guard to the markets. You have scant coin but costumes are prevalent and inexpensive. You try on a corset which accentuates your hourglass figure, full breasts spilling up bare above. You’re not really focused on the clothes though. You do spy another corset with a plume of peacock feathers at its base that you insist Vola try on. She reluctantly agrees. Neither of you are enthused by the lack of changing rooms but serum slaves are commonly seen naked on the streets.

“My fear is that if Pohst discovers who you are he will not accept your manservant Cheeves money and return you. He will either seek to sell you for more profit to another party, perhaps Kira’s father Duke Panz, or he might **** your father with the shame of your actions here. Either way you will likely end up a **** permanently…”

Vola shudders, partly in fear but also partly in arousal. You can sympathise. The corset looks lovely on her and you buy the two garments. Then you search for masks.

“So…?” Vola asks.

“I think if we focus on serving your friends, if they come today, particularly Leom – which I think they shall - we can get their help.” I say. “But you will need to reveal yourself to Leom. He is your best friend.”

“But… what if he exposes me?” Vola asks, afraid.

“Tell him that you want to be his mistress…” you suggest, “that it must be a secret as your father has threatened to Ruk anyone who shames your memory or him... that you knew of his infatuation with Vola and came here for him… ask him to buy you… that will get you out of here. I will help. As payment you will get me serum for Pohst.” You say.

“But if he owns me… then I am truly a ****… i…” she seemed uncertain. “No. This is a bad plan. I will not become a ****.” She states.