You end up running a solo session

"Well," it is not hard to describe what happens to the two 'slaves'. "The slavers henchmen lead Rae and Eaubonne down to the dark bowels of the hold." The way Sandra's eyes light up makes you wonder if she left her dice bag behind deliberately. Separating the two players is the easiest way to deal with the fact that Vivian isn't here, and because of the arrangement to pay extra for Vivian's character this is easily explained. "Most of the slaves in the ships lower hold are chained together in large open cages, but not the two of you." You explain that while the druid is placed in a cramped private cell that even has a tiny window that lets in a bit of light and fresh air, Rae is pushed forward into a larger room that is lined with individual cages stacked two high all along the walls.

"Why am I here?" Sandra asks clearly concerned that her character has been separated from the Druid.

"Special treatment for special cases." You grunt not unkindly, "Your master told us you have never been with a man, and that he didn't want anything to happen to you that could reduce your value." Sandra's blush confirms what Vivian hinted at about her roommates conservative upbringing and you continue quickly so as not to embarrass her.

"In the dimly lit section of the hold you see now that several of the other small cells are occupied by a variety of wide-eyed young women whose youth and innocence set them apart from the women in the common holding pen." Sandra's eyes are sparkling with excitement as you explain what happens to her character. "Two of the brawny sailors unchain your wrists from behind your back before opening the gate of an empty cage. Any hope of resisting is dashed when you feel the strength of the men's hands as they pick you up and push you through the gate. The kennel is just tall enough for you to sit up in, about three feet wide and four feet long, and there is a covered pot in the corner for you to do your business." Sandra nods in understanding and then gives you a little feed back on how her cleric is reacting to this unfamiliar situation.

"Rae is speechless as she pulls away from the men. She's never had a man's hands on her bare flesh before, certainly not two of them at once..." She hesitates for a few seconds as she tries to get her breathing back under control.

"Do they give me anything to cover myself or am I still wearing nothing but my loincloth?" It is a fair question but once again you are distracted by the mental image of the 17 charisma cleric cowering topless in front of the leering slavers. Instead of winging it, you decide to let the dice decide. By the time you realize what is happening you are both once again sitting at the table with your notes and dice.

"It's not good." You describe the tiny dark cell with its heavy bars. "There is a scrap of a coarse blanket that you can use to cover yourself, but if you do that the rough planks of the floor scrape your bare skin leaving red welts." You raise your eyebrow inquiringly, "Does Rae put up with the discomfort and the risk of splinters in order to preserve her modesty, or does she give up trying hide her assets?"

One of the things that you enjoy about DMing a game is watching players squirm as they try to figure out how to get out of tight spots like this. This scenario is a little different then having Ragnar caught in a trap or the fallen Ranger torn between his past duties and surviving as an adventurer. Until this moment none of your players had seemed to want to play out any sexually charged situations, but unless you are completely reading the novice player wrong this is important to Sandra, so you watch her carefully as she slowly works things out.

"I guess all the slavers have pretty much seen me like this anyways," Sandra thinks out loud as she slowly lowers her arms that had been tightly crossed in front of her ample chest. She is of course still fully dressed, but the simple act of uncovering herself is so evocative that it is impossible to ignore the surge of lust that had almost fully abated from earlier. You remember Vivian telling you that despite the fact that Sandra was taking Library Science classes, her roommate really hoped to be a theater major. Judging by what you've seen just tonight you think she really should go with her heart. Truthfully, you would rather just sit on the couch with a cup of tea and get to know this remarkable young woman, but you've never been good with one-on-one situations with women; it is safer to stick to what you know.

"You cannot see most of the other occupants but directly across from you is a somber looking blonde, maybe a couple years younger than you wearing an expensive looking silk undergarment with intricate lacework around the collar and hem."

You see Sandra immediately perk up at your description of her fellow captive. "The kennel to her left is empty and in the one to her right is a dark-haired young woman rocking back and forth with her eyes closed. When Rae's gaze returns to the first woman she smiles at her shyly."

"These two aren't so bad." The young woman tells you in a refined tone, it is the night guard you have to watch out for."