Finish the Tour

Jezebel leads me further down the corridor of the basement.

"The rest of these rooms are all separate living quarters. Every collared **** gets her own room." She says.

There are quite a few rooms that look to be designed for this purpose, though not all of them seem to be in use currently. Privacy doesn't appear to be of much concern down here either as all of the doors are made of glass. From peering inside, I can see that each room looks to be equipped with a twin size bed, small shower, toilet, wardrobe and a mirror. Not very homely, but I guess that isn't really the purpose. Inside of the occasional room there are more naked women who are either lying on their beds or are preoccupied with something else. They don't seem to notice as Jezebel and I walk past.

"Your room is over here." She says, bringing my attention to the direction she points to.

Like the other rooms, the door alongside the hallway is made out of glass and completely transparent, sparing absolutely no privacy at all. Built into the door handle is a small metal case with a digital number pad. I assume that it must be the locking device as I can't think of any other purpose for it. Of course, it is only accessible from the outside, making the room seem more like prison.

Jezebel unlocks the door and steps inside while I follow closely behind her. Dark at first, the second she steps inside the motion activated lights spring to life. To my surprise, the room is not like any of the others. While it has the all of the same amenities, they aren't anywhere near the quality that the others appear to have. The bed looks more like a military cot and sits atop a small metal frame with one pillow and a thin looking grey blanket while the wardrobe and mirror look like they were made 100 years ago and used extensively. Most notably though, is the bare concrete floor that does a poor job of insulating any of the heat that comes through the vents.

"For now, you are to share this room with Ophelia."

"Share? What do you mean? There is only one bed!" I point out, in shock.

"Mistress says that it is short term as Ophelia will move to her new room once she completes her initiation." Jezebel answers.

"Who is Ophelia? And what initiation?" I question somewhat demandingly.

"Ophelia was the newest **** until you arrived. Once Mistress deems a **** ready, they will go through their initiation then receive their collar and be formally recognized as a ****. The initiation process can vary between slaves." Jezebel answers, not changing her tone despite my frustrated state.

"So what am I supposed to do now?" I ask.

"Wait here until you are summoned." she vaguely answers.

I let out a frustrated sigh and sit down on the edge of the bed. Everything about my current situation seems to be getting worse as the day goes on. Now it appears that I'm going to be stuck sharing a bed with a complete stranger. At least for now I will have a few moments to take all of this in and try to figure out what I'm going to do.

"If you don't have anymore questions, I should return to my duties." Jezebel says as she stands next to the door.