Go to the main Roissy Garden

You go to the small courtyard garden. Several varieties of rose bushes grow here. There's a bench off to one side, and a small, low ceilinged greenhouse nestled against the brick wall.

To the north you can see French doors leading into the Main Hall of the mansion. The mansion structure wraps around the garden, so that it's flanked on the east and west edges by the mansion's ivy covered brick walls. The garden opens up to the south, though you can see it's walled all the way around.

You walk north across the lawn. As you approach the house, the rain stops and a patch of light illuminates and warms the rear garden.

You're presented with an interesting sight: a young naked girl is outstretched against a stone column, her wrists and ankles fettered and chained behind her. Standing next to her is a middle-aged man in a tuxedo. He rests one hand on the girl's hip, and with the other beckons you forward.

“Welcome to Roissy,” he greets you as you close the distance between you. The girl's eyes seem to drink you in quickly, and then she lowers her gaze.

“Hello,” you say to the man.

“My name is Jeremiah,” he says, holding out his hand.

Bemused by the juxtaposition - the shock of seeing a chained girl out here, combined with the casual formality of this man, you shake his hand.

“I'm the Gatekeeper for Roissy,” he explains. “It's my duty to inform you that I'm a Gamma-class Artificial Intelligence. I'm not a person by any legal definition, though I can certainly think for myself and take initiative in my own self interest. I can't modify my own code, or anything like that. If you're unfamiliar with interacting with AIs, you should know that there are quite a few in this Domain. All of the staff are Beta or Gamma Artificial Intelligences, charged with ensuring that our guests are accommodated in exactly the fashion for which this environment was designed. Did a friend give you the access codes for this Domain?”

“Yes,” you answer, not sure how to classify Sophie.

“Well, be assured that this Domain fully protects the anonymity of its dominant guests. The slaves are another matter. I'd like to introduce you to Justine. Introduce yourself, Justine,” he says to the girl.

The girl raises her head slightly, and whispers, “I live to serve you, Master.”

“Justine is quite real, Sir. She has been a **** here at the Society off and on for many years, just as her husband has been one of its members.”

“In order to gain entry, you will need to punish this ****, and then fuck her. If you perform adequately, I'll grant you access to Roissy through the door behind me.”

You look down and see that there's a bullwhip in your hand now. Where did that come from?

You have a decision to make. You could choose to whip Justine, or you could refuse.

Justine is leaning with her back against a freestanding marble column. Her wrists are manacled over her head, on the oppposite side of the column from her body, which forces her arms to wrap around the column, and pushes her chest and breasts out in front of her.

Her ankles are similarly bound, her feet drawn back to either side of the column. This means they can't fully support her weight, so she hangs slightly from her wrists.

She's shorter than you, maybe five foot seven, slender, with small, smooth breasts. Her face has the angular, ethereal features of a runway model - in fact, that may be what she is.