<strong>Tsade ~ with Lily day 1 morn level 2 layout</strong><br/><br/>Level 2 was an anomaly as it applied to the slave trade. The Estate had established a reputation for selling the most exotic of women to discriminating customers.  As customer's tastes changed so too did the talent's of the women the Estate supplied. Demand and supply, a free market system that prompted an incredible amount of commerce and kept smart attractive girls from marriage in a mundane relationship without lust.<br/><br/>This system of exotic tastes meant running a slave center differently. It was the very reason Level 2 was created. Level 2 provided the training and skills to the slaves being purchased by those same customers.  Level 2 had nothing to do with bondage.  It had everything to do with learning to perform, discipline, and not much required in the way of punishment.<br/><br/>Level 2 was a dream factor for those demonstrating enough natural talent and desire to pursue a successful career.  Slaves were taken to Level 2 and put thru their paces based on their own desires and preferences. A singer with the dream of being the next Susan Bole would sing. A dancer would dance. A writer would write.<br/><br/>Once the girl established enough marketable skill, she would be sent to auction and purchased. It was up to her owner to follow thru and reap the economic benefits of her training. She was in every sense of the word a cash cow.<br/><br/>Lily aka Ava was on her way to the music department to meet Mr. Fritz.  Tsade veered to the right at the corridor where eight hallways converged into a rotunda like round about.  Traffic was heavy this morning. Trainers with their slave in leashes arms restrained as Lily was weaved in and out of traffic. It was the madness of the 9 oclock session.<br/><br/>It had once been suggested that the start time for Level 2s be set incremental 15 minutes apart to elevate the crowding. Although it made practical sense in every respect, Tsade had refused.<br/><br/>He wanted every bitch in this facility to realized several things every single day. They were not alone. They were special and as they became more commercially desirable they would get more autonomy. They all started with the bra and skirt then gradually earning more regular attire as they progressed. Those who were resistant were stripped and displayed, or stripped and paraded around behind their trainers in chains and heavy restraints where ever they went. This was much bigger than a girl would first guess squelching any hope of escape or retaliation.<br/><br/>Tsade stopped in line behind a slave wearing a nice top and kneel length skirt, hose and pumps with shoulder length mahogany curls that shined like polished wood. Her arms were in front uncuffed. Her trainer flashing his card to security and passed thru with her on her longer leash behind him.<br/><br/>Tsade stepped up. Showed his badge and thumbed the metric as he security waved him and lily thru.  Two corridors and to the left. The sign read Music Vocal.  Tsade walked her five rooms down and opened the door.<br/><br/>