Go back to the bar

You head back to the bar.

“That was fast” the bartender says. “Guessing it wasn’t all he made it out to be.”

“Ugh, tell me about it,” you say.

“You seem down on your luck, but also pretty outgoing. We might have some work for you if you’re interested,” she says.

“I am,” you say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Go talk to Flora in the VIP lounge. Tell them I sent you,” the bartender point over to the lounge door, the same one you’d been casing before. Now it appears you have an open invitation to enter.

You know what you’re getting into. The facility is always looking for new recruits, people going through a rough patch who want to escape for a while. They’re openly transparent about what they do, that’s why you had no problem working there. Everyone signs a contract for a certain length of time and they can always leave at any time…technically.

You’ll have to do some of the things that made you want to escape in the first place. The thought sparks flashes of pleasure in your mind. You’re not completely over the effects of your brainwashing but think you’ll be able to resist anything they throw at you.