Servitude

“I imagine you can’t afford the bill you racked up,” Aria said. “You don’t strike me as a trillionaire. Or someone who would save all that money.”

“No,” Kasumi said and looked down. “That money is long gone…along with the man that helped me.”

Keiji and Kasumi had pilfered Omega together in the earlier days of their heists. Keiji would warn Kasumi, but Kasumi was rather caught up in her head and feelings.

“Well don’t worry. I’m not a heartless person,” Aria said. “I understand a lot happened since then. However, now that the war and everything is done, I need that money back.”

“But I can’t afford… it,” Kasumi said.

“You’ll just have to work for it,” Aria said. “As my personal servant doing whatever I want you to do.”

Kasumi’s eyes widened. “B-but…”

“I also understand your identity is very important to you. And my patrons might get a bit… antsy if they learn that YOU were the person to steal all that,” Aria said.

Kasumi nodded. “They’d probably kill me,” Kasumi said.

“So you’ll work under me anonymously. Meaning no one will know it’s you. But of course you’ll still need to serve. So, strip your clothes off, Miss Goto. You’ll be serving me naked and we can even use your alias name. Kira Ito,” Aria said. “The only ones who will know it’s you… is your friends should they come around.”

Kasumi nodded. “Yes, Aria.”

Kasumi slowly stripped her clothes off her small perky Japanese body exposed.

“To be clear, you will serve me until you either die or pay off your debt to me. To the tune of 100 trillion credits. Good luck,” Aria said. “Now start by dancing on the floor. I will fetch you if I want to play with you.”