A Collar.

Opening the box she pulled the sides out to find a note resting atop a **** collar. She had quickly looked down to see who it was from, and unfortunately it was from her client. She took a moment clearing her head as a whole heap of horrid thoughta flooded into her mind. She continued to read:

Dear Jessa,

I'm to be attending an Imperial ball tonight and I'm not allowed to bring mercenaries or guards. However the estate permits a single ****. You will be adorning the collar I placed within the box for the duration of the ball. Now you needn't worry I'll be letting you free as soon as possible so don't need to worry your adorable thoughts. Place the collar on now, in the morning a friend of mine will be arriving and it's very important you manage to sell you're a **** to her.

With love,

Leliana Beel

Ps: Slaves aren't permitted clothing in my house. ;) Just us girls anyhow

Finishing the note she was stunned. She would be naked infront of her client and the slaves around the apartment. Additionally Jessa would have to act as a **** for the majority of the day. She couldn't refuse or she would fail her contract, but if anyone recognizes her she'd lose her reputation!