The night passed. The lights were turned out shortly after Marion left the girls, her work completed for now. The lights in the Prop Storage Room were turned off, and there was absolutely no light in that section of the hold. The staff quarters were considerably brighter. Since there were, compared to a normal tanker, quite a few less people than it was designed to bunk, the rooms were refitted and modified. What were little more than small cells were now comparatively roomy, with queen beds and full suites. Plato had long finished dinner and got to serious work organizing things for the next day, making sure the necessary arrangements were made. It wouldn't do for some of the more popular items to be double-booked.<br/><br/>Plato spent the night alone, once he was done. Sometimes he took a bedwarmer, a prop that had been thoroughly broken and had developed a full slave-mentality. Sometimes he didn't. Since he was expecting plenty of activity in the next day (next week, more like), he opted to save his energy. No need to fill up on cookies and cake when fresh meat was roasting in the oven.<br/><br/>As day broke, Plato awoke, and went through the standard routine. He was ready within the hour and the two girls he'd taken personally, Alexis and Chrissy, had already been unkindly roused by some studs, hosed off unceremoniously, and scrubbed clean. Misty was similarly bathed, but left in Marion's care.<br/><br/>The room he'd had prepared for his show was sparse. A long table, a chair, and rings in the ceiling and wall. The table held but a few items. A coil of barbed wire. A blow torch. A coat hanger. An asp baton. There was nothing for the props to sit upon, they were instead made to kneel uncomfortably on the metal floor, their wrists bound behind their backs.<br/><br/>Plato took a remote near the door outside, and got comfortable in the chair, looking at them. He pressed one of the buttons on the remote, starting the small cameras placed at multiple angles and levels in the room to best capture all of the action. He steepled his hands underneath his chins, and with a grin, looked at the two young women.<br/><br/>"Hello ladies. Welcome to Obscaena.com. This is your cherry-popping. Care to introduce yourselves, and maybe tell the viewers at home what you think of things so far before we get started?"