Accept option 20

Reluctantly you agree to take option 20 and follow the whip mistress upstairs. You rationalize to yourself that it couldn't be that bad, and sex, however kinky, wouldn't kill you.

When you arrive at the room, you'd been expecting something quite kinky, but to your surprise, it is simply set up like a king or prince's sleeping quarters. A fantasy you've indulged in on a number of occasions.

The room even has some "potential" **** girls sitting on the floor.

The whip mistress then explains, "Sir, your night's entertainment is to first select the girl you find most attactive. After she has satisfied your lust and deepest desires, you will watch as each girl in turn is branded, collared and dressed appropriately for **** training and sale at the auctions."

The girls are all dressed in western clothes of a 1950's vintage and all look quite western, half being actually blonde. They almost seem like victims of a white ****-trading ring. "Are the girls actually going to be sold after my session?" you query.

"No sir," she answers, "these girls are just being reminded that they could be sold at anytime if they do not please me, the master or a client. Also sir, you are not allowed to show mercy or demand that events of the evening must cease, as all the girls here must be rebranded and collared. If you are silly enough to try and plead it to stop, your commands will be ignored by the eunuch. Is that clearly understood?"

"Yes, but why would I want to stop it?"

"You may have your reasons, western sensibilities or personal weakness I suppose. This is your last chance to decline our offer as I will now leave and close the door behind me," the whip Mistress advises with obvious glee.