A female brothel owner

Gox steps aside finally giving you a view of the person who just bought you and Leah. You are shocked to see a woman. She is an older woman but her face is still quite beautiful, her bright golden locks of hair are pulled back into a frizzy ponytail. An elegant red dress hugs her slender form. Behind her a young boy no older than eighteen seems to hover in her shadow.

The duo approach you and Leah, the woman motioning to the boy to retrieve both of you from the bonds that hold you to the stage. As he does so, the woman leans closer to inspect her purchases.

“Yes. The two of you are perfect. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lady Mirabelle, proprietor of the Pink Silk. You won't have heard of it, and that's exactly the way I mean to keep it.”

“What is it?” You ask her in a defiant tone.

Mirabelle raises an eyebrow as she glares at you. You feel as though she is about to rip you apart when her expression calms and she answers. “The city would refer to it as a brothel, but I find the term demeaning. No my establishment is much more sophisticated and nuanced. You see I don't just hire an girl from the street, I find the absolute perfect women and then train them diligently to be elegant goddesses whose only purpose in life is the satisfaction of my clients.”

“Who are your clients? Sleezy fat kings and princes?” You already hate this woman, and since you are still bound, the only way you can rebel is by annoying and insulting her.

“I like your spark. I keep the utmost privacy with my clientele. All I can say is I cater to their every whim, no matter how dark and depraved. Worry not, lovely, you will soon see.” With that she turned and walked off the stage. Then her assistant, the young boy, gently pushes you and Leah to follow her. Without any other option you reluctantly follow the old hag.

After a few minutes of wandering through the city you arrive in a darkened alley, one side stands towering buildings and on the other a massive wall that separates the rich district from the poor. Tucked under the wall is a small archway barely large enough for an average person to fit through. Mirabelle ducks her head as she steps through followed by you and Leah. The tunnel seems to get tighter and tighter when suddenly a steep staircase comes into view. Once at the bottom you come to an iron door with a strand of silk wrapped around the handle. Mirabelle produces a key from a pocket in her dress you hadn't even noticed before and she unlocks the door.

A wonderful smell of flowers and incense fills your nostrils as you step into Mirabelle's brothel. The room is quite large but the ceiling is only about nine feet high. Candelabras strewn about give the place a feint orange hue and pink silken curtains hang from the walls and ceiling which are constructed by bricks painted jet black. Most of the floorspace is taken up by enormous black couches and seats; each one has numerous beautiful woman reclining on them, their arms wrapped around men who seem to be enjoying themselves greatly.

Mirabelle ushers you through the steamy room, your eyes wandering to scenes of naked women dancing and in one case a couple having sex out in the open. You pass through two more doors before you come to a smaller room with much of the same adornments as the previous ones, however with the exception of a large bed.

“This is your room Leah. Please wait in here and I will send someone to tend to you.” Mirabelle smiles at Leah, then scours at you as she grabs your hand and takes you out of the room.

After walking down a hallway of similar doors Mirabelle opens one at the end. You step inside and see it is the same as Leah's, but then in the corner you spot something that makes your heart sink. A gruesome looking iron contraption with ropes and chains hanging off of it.

“Here is your room Sabine.” Mirabelle closes the door and then sits down on the bed. “Now normally I would provide a new girl with a consort, one of my more experienced girls to train you. You, however, are already trained for what you need to do.”

You glare at Mirabelle in anger, trying to remain defiant. Her determined silence gets to you, though, and you ask her what you are going to do.

“Well, I have a few clients who desire a rebellious woman. Someone who will give them a good time, but will fight back a little.”

“You disgust me! I won't be your whore!”

“Oh no. I don't expect you to be a whore.” Mirabelle stands up and walks over to the door. “Make no mistake, Sabine, you are going to fuck whoever I send in here. The only question is; do you want them to **** you. If you give back, even slightly, you may enjoy yourself too.” She grins, then leaves the room, locking the door behind her.