Getting checked in

You do not have to wait long to find out exactly what awaits you back here. As soon as you go through the doorway it shuts behind you. As soon as your eyes can adjust, you find yourself in a small room with wide windows, overlooking some sort of factory setting below. You try to not make it obvious that you are prying, so you cannot make out much detail, though it is impossible to miss the constant, muffled moans of pleasure coming from below.

The attendant turns to you, pointing at a small pillow on the floor. "Sit," she simply commands. You don't really have any other options so you obey, going down on your knees and sitting on your feet to await further instructions. The attendant walks over to a small desk and stool next to you and sits down, looking down at you and filling out some paperwork.

You take the time to look around the room. The tiny space is mostly bare. The pillow, the desk, and the stool are the only furniture in the room, and there are only two exits - one back into the lobby, and another on the wall opposite you, presumably leading to the madness down below. You are surprised to see the nameless **** that Mar'aath just turned in sitting next to the door with a blank look on her face. You don't know why she is waiting there, but you surmise it might be to wait for someone to take her below. You don't get too much time to stare at her, however, as the attendant gets up and stands behind you. You feel a searing heat at the base of your neck for but a moment. She says nothing, but you assume she modified or removed the mark that Mar'aath gave you. she then steps around to the front and gives you another terse command. "Stand." As you comply again, she puts her clawed fingers together then pulls her hand apart, creating some sort of magical string between her hands, which she wraps around you in various ways to take your measurements. You have to hold back a smirk when you notice her smile as she takes your bust measurements. When the measurements are complete, she begins caressing your breasts and butt, getting a feel for both of them. Her hands work their way around your torso and thighs before lingering one hand over your crotch. She must be doing some magic on your body as she mumbles, "Oh, a virgin, interesting," before finishing with a quick tug on your pubic hair. She then points back down at the pillow and you sit again. She takes her seat as well and finishes filling out the form.

Once she is done, she sets the form aside and pushes a button on her desk. A few moments later, Ezro comes to the back and gives a terse "What is it?"

"That one needs conditioning," the attendant begins, pointing at the woman across the room. "But this one, what do you want with her? We could sell her as-is, or we could give her some upgrades."