It had taken a lot for Area to say the words, to hand herself over to him and place herself into slavery was not an easy feat. She wondered if she had made the right choice, Sith were smart and she had no doubt that the male before her had planned this out in detail before approaching her with his offer. Why did he want her as his slave?  Regardless of the way, she had committed herself to him now, she had offered herself up on a platter, at least if she could protect her family some good would come from this.<br/><br/>As he reassured her that her family could be easily protected and that they would be happy with her enslavement, she let out a sigh of relief. Her mother was aging and she wasn’t in the best of health. Perhaps she could keep the effects of her father's choice from reaching her. When he announced that they had a deal she felt her heart sink for a moment. The deal had been reached within minutes of him arriving. What was going to happen now?<br/><br/>The soft sound of the lifts opening broke her from her thoughts as the Sith stepped inside. She had promised herself to a man and she didn’t even know his name. She shook her head as she moved to step to his side as the guards stepped inside and crowded the smaller space. As he detailed the plan going forward she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to enjoy the experience, she would have to be the slave that she had just offered herself up to be. The idea of being placed on display as her control and position were ripped away made her stomach flutter with butterflies.<br/><br/>She was about to be humiliated and defaced among the people who had come to respect her, she once more silently cursed her father as she thought about the countless names and faces of those who would witness her downfall because of him. No doubt her, stories and rumors of her enslavement would be spread into the fleet, would she even be able to captain the ship for this Sith? No one would respect her after this she would become a joke for the Empire. Her eyes glanced down towards the floor, her shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation slammed into her, her soft voice asked softly “What am I to call you ?” her eyes remained fixed upon the floor as her hands fidgeted before her.