She sniffled and stopped crying slowly. He was right she was coming to terms with her old life ripped away from her. It wasn't easy she was strong willed, she was bull headed. Often she was persistent. But now she was lost in a world she had never even heard of until a few days ago. The fur around her offered comfort and she snuggled into it, even leaning back willingly into him for warmth as they flew.<br/><br/>Take off wasn't nearly as terrifying as before but she still held her breath and then sighed a sigh of relief once they leveled out. His words rang in her ears, they didn't want to take away who she was, but she was to be a Pleasure slave. It confused her. How does one without losing the other? Harsh and demeaning her life wouldn't be, or so he promised. But it felt that way being a slave, perhaps it was the notion of what slaves were treated like back on Earth. Perhaps it was her own views but she couldn't see her life as pleasurable and free.<br/><br/>They valued beauty, intelligence, and smarts above else dmfir a Pleasure slave which meant that she held all the traits, she knew she was good looking, she had been cat-cakked many a time while walking down the street and had a few suitors of whom she turned down. She was always busy with work. The occasional night of pleasure and leave the next morning is how she survived.<br/><br/>She clutched the fur, a sort of comfort to her as she watched the land below pass them by. Various beasts, water ways, carvans and even the occasional small village. "So only the rich can afford a...Pleasure slave." The words felt foriegn in her mouth and almost as though they didn't fit.