Kyla looked at Lilly. "I'm sorry. I'm just realizing a few things about my life here. I'm new." She sighed looking towards Sasha. "I'm just prey to him like the talbuk to Sasha our friend Sleen." She kept an eye on the sleen but watched the woman. Beautiful and graceful. Red robes. She must be trained. "Do you like your life here? Really? Truly?" She inquired. "I won't tell your master I haven't a clue who he is. I'm just curious. I'm not sure I get life here and frankly being a Pleasure Slave scares me to shambles and I don't like being afraid." She stood by where she was supposed to never moving from her spot despite Sasha feasting away in the sun.<br/><br/>"I am to be trained. By another slave, Ellen. She is from Earth too." She looked down. "Home. She's from home." She yanked on the collar again. "I don't get it he has mencook, clean, is so kind to me. But why do I fear him? I have lost my no. I have lost who I am. I feel like Sasha did when she was in the cage. Like I did when I was being sold off. Naked, bare." She had caused someone distress.<br/><br/>"And I caused your master distress, mine would be upset if he knew I'm sure." Though he never grew upset at her he never had reason to yet. "What's it like being fully trained? Do you actually desire him? Mine keeps promising that I won't need my no as I will desire him as he does me. But..." She laughed. "It's not for bad looks. He's a good looking man, strong. If we we're on Earth I'd probably try something with him. But we're not. I'm bound to him."<br/><br/>Her scar was still pink and fresh as she watched Sasha naw away at a bone. Wondering if Ellen worried for her. "Oh gosh I'm rambling and I haven't introduced myself. I'm Kyla, it's a pleasure Lilly." She blushed in embarrassment for just rambling to a complete stranger. This was the first time she really had talked to anyone but Daniel. The first time she encountered another slave. She seemed so confident, so light, worry free. Kyla almost was envious of it. She felt like she carried a thousand burdens on her shoulders from the worries she had. She kept an eye on Sasha slowly feasting so as not to be late and keep Ellen waiting too long. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to speak to another slave, but she had been told not to speak to men, not women. So she felt it right. If not she'd be corrected she was sure.