<em>27</em>, or<em>Cat-slut</em>, or any number of derogatory names, had once been called Siena. She had been a trader's daughter, in one of the caravans of Catkin who were still free, traveling along the fringes of what the human colonists claimed as their own, trying to scrape together a living. She was a beautiful girl, her coat a soft pink that transitioned to pure white over her breasts, stomach and sex, her hair the deep, flawless red of a ruby. Though she was slender from a life on the move and years of living lean at the edges of human society, she had generous hips and a full, firm bust.<br/><br/>That had been her undoing. She had been in one of the border villages, selling exotic fruits in a market, when she had caught the eye of one of the spies Bengal employed to 'keep an eye out' for tempting targets. Two days later she had been snatched, hauled into the doorway of a warehouse she had been walking by, screaming and clawing at the floor as she was dragged inside, bound, and taken deep into human territories, where she had been enslaved, humiliated, herded into a cage that forced her into a huddled little terrified bundle.<br/><br/>She winced as Winger pounded on her cage, and she crawled out as the cage was unlocked, standing stiffly, stretching for a moment as her joins popped, and she whimpered as Winger brandished the painstaff, having no desire, after the last time one of the handlers had stabbed it into the muscles of her hips and stomach, to experience it again. Her bright blue eyes filled with tears, she let herself be herded forward to the prep area, where she would wait until she was going to be hauled up onto one of the satellite stages, the dull sound of living beings being auctioned off in the background, the girl shaking softly.