Whore #2

“My name is whore #2” you say in shame.

“That’s wonderful news whore #2. Your compliance makes us very happy. Your first client is very excited to meet you so I don’t intend to keep you too long. Do your best to satisfy our clients. Oh, and please don’t have sex with our staff, we prefer them to remain disease free unlike you’ll likely end up.”

Disease? They’re going to let dirty men fuck you? Is there no end to the depravity here?

The woman approaches you holding a vial of some kind of white powder. She kneels down on the bed and presses it to your nose.

“Inhale deeply, this will help you get started.” To **** compliance, she blocks your mouth and other nostril making it impossible to breath. Trying to suck in air you end up snorting a good amount of the white powder. You instantly get a head rush as you feel your limbs stiffen again. Any progress towards being able to move has been stripped in an instant. The elven woman, now at the door, looks back at you one last time.

“Remember you don’t make the choices here. You’ve lost that privilege whore #2” she shuts the door leaving the room only lit by two candles on the night stands. With her gone all that’s left to focus on is the weird feelings in your body. Your body is sensitive all over yet you can’t seem to move. You try to talk again but your mouth fails to make sound as you lay spread out on your back.