Jenna felt the lump in her throat growing larger as this woman, Fabiana, explained that she’d been taken by men that worked for her. She was confused, the look written all over her face as she tried to process what was happening to her. She was in Germany?! How? She didn’t have a passport, had never been out of the United States before. And what did she mean make her into a beautiful courtesan? Was that rich talk for a sex slave?<br/><br/>She shook her head. “No... no there’s been a mistake” she whined, tugging harder at the restraints. She began to buck and twist her body, feeling the garter straps twist on her thighs. As she bounced and struggled one of her ample breasts popped out of the top, but she was too busy trying to get free to even pay it any mind. “I was just... it was an audition. I’m a model. I can’t be here. I need to go home. My family... they’ll be looking for me.”<br/><br/>Her long brown hair was a sprawled out mess on the pillow behind her, now seeing her breast exposed as she gave up on struggling for the time being. The ropes were secure and sturdy, she wasn’t getting out of them. She was trapped.<br/><br/>“Please if I can just make a phone call, we can clear all this up. There was just a mix up I’m sure.” She was clinging to that thought out of desperation it seemed. Surely this was just a misunderstanding, an audition mixup gone wrong. Very wrong.