In chains...

The night before her coming of age, the other orphans stayed up with Spider giving her gifts of food knowing this evening would likely be the last time most of them saw her unless they saved up to pay for her.

Eventually, as the night waned on and it came to closer to the Moon crest, the younger and still naive ones went to bed while those who would soon face similar fates stayed up with Spider as they did on all there coming of ages.

Spider herself was numb knowing at any minute the matron would come in burn the seal into her soul and then bind her up and ship her out to the whorehouse.

She barely noticed the crying half-elf girl in her lap or the hugs of goodbye from those who decided to settle in for the night. The girl was eventually pulled off Spider and dragged off to bed, as to not be pulled into the matron's wrath.

And Spider sat alone, numb to the world knowing, at this point, most of what was about to happen was her fault. And crying or fighting would only make things worse for her in the long run.

By the time of the Moon crest bell, the orphanage was silent, following the bell there was the distinct sound of two sets of feet roaming the halls getting louder and closer to Spider's room with every step and every step was followed by a clink of chains.

They quickly reached the room and slammed the door open both sets of eyes; the Matron's and the Trader's both gleamed in the candlelight. The collar was efficiently fastened around her neck by the matron while the Trader silently engraved the seal upon Spider's soul.

After the seal was applied the Matron pulled the patchwork rags off Spider with a satisfying rip. They both also got to work wrapping the chains around Spider's arms in a bind then proceeding to wrap them around the neck. A pair of cuffs were then added to her legs to prevent any running.

In reality, this was overkill as the common procedure for this was to use a rope to do a simple arm bind, however, the brothel had requested this specific set of goods be delivered in heavy metal chains as a beginning to her punishment and the trader was more than happy to comply.

During all this Spider was silent and unresponsive, she only seemed to gain a proper understanding of what awaited her as she was **** upon her feet and the cuffs were attached to her ankles. Spider started to comprehend that this was not just a nightmare, this was her reality being sold to one of the worst places for any ****, the brothel.

The only solace she could gain was the fact that it was unlikely the other orphans would suffer a similar fate, they would likely be sold to small business in need of labour or as servants to a family. Spider would be tossed around like garbage.

The couple satisfied with their handiwork began pulling the girl out of the orphanage and down the street to the brothel the lecherous gazes of drunkards at the pubs piercing through. All of which seemed to know exactly what awaited her and all of them looking forward to paying for it.

Spider approached the decadent Brothel of what torment awaited her.