Not well

The girl tried to get her bet back, but the bookmaker didn't let her, saying that the bet were final, like written above the counter. So, she watched in fear the race unfold, the horse she bet on run on the racetrack, close to the lead, that was good, it could do it. She could get her name and studies back. But, then, the horse fell and lost the race for the last time.

"No, no, no!!" She shouted.

The girl went back to the bookmaker.

"How can I get back my name? I need it!"

The man looked at her with an annoyed look.

"You can wait for someone to give one to you, which will make you his property. And no, you can't give one to yourself. Or you can get one if you're lucky at the slut machines, they give random traits."

It was a big risk, but if someone gives her a name, she'd be fucked. She got lucky the man at the bar didn't take his shot. So, the girl had **** but to try her luck on the machines. Not her favorite way to bet money... well it wasn't money, it was worse.

So, she sat in front of the machine and looked at her dispenser. What did she have left to bet ? Her body ? No way. Her intelligence ? Bad idea. Her taste in men ? Like that would worth anything. Could she bet her memories ? She had few memories that she wouldn't mind giving up.

Two chips came out of the device as an answer. The girl didn't remember what she put on them, but it must have been bad memories. She picked the tokens and put it in the slot machine. First time was a bust... second time, she got two "name" case, but the third was a brain.

Three more token and memories she didn't miss later, she tried again. This time, she won a row of kink and a dozen of token fell into the tray.

But as the girl was about to lean to get them, she heard a feminine voice.

"Someone told me, you have no name..."

The girl shivered, knowing that she was already busted. She looked behind her and saw a beautiful woman with dark purple hair and makeup, several tattoos and long fake horns, making her look like a demon. She even was wearing a corset barely covering her nipples, a black G-string and boots ending in hooves-like platforms.

"I... No... I have a name!" She defended herself, having difficulties to detach her eyes from the massive tits of the woman.

"Oh, and what is it ?" She asked, faking surprise.

"It's... It's..." The girl tried to come up with a name, any name, but her mind was empty.

The woman smiled and told her.

"Oh, I know! It's..."