Camila

Camila followed the young brunette into the other room. As soon as she was out of sight of Miguel and Barbara, Camila started tugging on the necklace and bracelet, searching for a weakness.

"I wouldn't try that, y'all." The brunette had an accent that Camila had only heard in movies.

"Why?" Camila asked.

"Well, you won't get it off, and they'll probably send you home. And if you came in through that dock I'm guessing you don't wanna go home, right?"

Camila nodded.

"Then you gotta play along, girl. That's the name of the game here. I'm Ellie, by the way." She offered a hug. Camila wasn't quite ready for this much chipper, so she took a handshake instead.

"What is this place?"

"You just came from registration, surely she said? It's a pleasure resort. We ladies work the island, men come here and get to play with us!" She said it with such enthusiasm it didn't sound so horrible.

"How do I get off this island?" Camila looked around, as if there would be some clue in the small anteroom.

"I get off when my contract is up. That should be in a few weeks. You? I don't know about the special workers but I imagine you'll be here a long time. But you shouldn't be wastin' time moping about it, we have a shift to get to. We're working the beach side bar today. Not a bad gig, really. You get to be outdoors and all."

She opened up a small bag and offered it to Camila, who pulled out a very tiny yellow thong bikini and a sarong.

"I think that should fit. They sent over your measurements."

"I am NOT wearing this," Camila protested, dropping it back in the bag and trying to hand it back.

"Yes, you are, it's the uniform for this job. You either wear this or go naked, and I doubt the boys will mind."

Camila saw no other option than to turn around and get back on the boat. She slipped out of the prison clothes and pulled on the tiny bikini. She wrapped the sarong around her waist. It was skimpier than the jumpsuit by a mile, but it felt slightly better somehow. Ellie offered her some flip flops to complete the outfit.

"Ok, let's get going girl, we gotta walk ahead of us. This dock is at the ass end of the island."