Elly managed to talk her way into the back offices of Serena's, though not without a round of lewd smiles, interested nods and a chuckle or two from the hired help.  It was all she could do to not show a hint of blushing cheeks or to nervously wring her hands together.  She held her head up high, making it look as though she owned the Den - they liked that, she had heard. A confident slave could earn a little respect, maybe even better treatment. Or at least, so she had been told. The faint 'eeessh' and 'hussssh' of her breathing mask rasped in the hallways that led down below the main floor; concrete compartments that were built by the owner and served as the little fortresses of the more powerful players in Serena's.  Even through the filter, she could smell the cigar smoke, the drugs - probably a few of the more exotic chems of the old world fermenting the air.<br/><br/>The...person's heels clicked on the cold floor as she was led towards the end of the hall, and Elly did her best not to keep staring at those swaying hips, framed against the hot pink spandex thong.  Instead she kept her eyes on the leather corset that kept the woman's breasts wrapped up snugly, loose threads and colourful wooden beads dangling over her bare back as she walked.  More than once, she tried to sneak a glance at the curious bulge between her legs that belonged to a woman who was beautiful and also blessed with something extra - it wasn't uncommon now, she knew that all too well. Still...she hadn't seen much of anyone for that sort of company in a very long time.<br/><br/>The boss's office was adorned with automatic weapons, stockpiles of unmarked cardboard boxes, and what could have been a year's supply of chempaks - a veritable goldmine under the eyes of the broad-nosed, bald-headed and dark-skinned man who squatted on his tiny wheeled chair behind a desk. She could have sworn she heard soft smooching and swooning noises from underneath that desk, too. The tarnished plate on the desk suggested a "Boss M. Toson".<br/><br/>"Anotha' willin' party, govna." Elly's escort grinned as she gestured to her. The man nodded, waving them both in as the heavy door closed behind them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>