<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Extras/80120600_c3aa9aed8a_o.jpg)</div><br/>Seventeen year old, Kairi Mido had managed to find a great gig being a backup dancer for a J-Pop video.  She had the right look and she needed the money.  How she hated to show off her body.  People always wanted to look at it and touch it.  She detested the subway with its ass groping perverts.  When she could, she walked.  She enjoyed her freedom and even though she had to work what felt like a hundred jobs a week, she would if only to be on her own and away from Uncle.  She was always looking over her shoulder but it was just as well that her relatives just chalked her up for dead.  They cared nothing for her, otherwise she'd be going to school.  No matter, once she got enough money, she was going to the United States and find her dreams there.  Being a dancer wasn't so bad and her English was perfect.  She had practiced until she spoke it in her sleep.<br/><br/>The studio had worked her and the other dancers hard and she was wet, drenched from the water they had coming from a sprinkler set up.  When the director called an end to the shoot, a man approached her.  He had a legit looking card, said that he wanted to be her agent.<em>Yeah right. </em>He wanted in her hot little pants.  He really creeped her out and she didn't bother to change out of her wet clothes.  Grabbing her stuff, she could feel him following her.<em>Damn</em>, she thought, she had talked so long with the guy that no one was around.  She moved faster and when she slammed open the exit door and blinked into the blinding light, that was the last thing she remembered.<br/><br/>All, she knew, is that when she woke up, she wasn't in Tokyo and From what little she could see, she didn't think she was anywhere familiar.  The nameless faces had stripped her and made her shower, then they preceded to doll her up.  She had been slipped forcefully into a tight pink silk dress, similar to a Chinese traditional dress.  Her long black hair was bound into tight ponytail and stuck through with shiny pins.  When They were satisfied, They thrust her into a room and told to behave.<br/><br/>Kairi wasn't a stupid girl.  She knew how to bide her time for the perfect escape.  She looked at the food, but the thumping of her heart and the queasy feeling in her stomach, kept her from eating.  That, and she was pissed.  She couldn't help but glare at the woman who was trying to be nice to her and the others.  How could..Lita?...be so calm about all this.  When the woman asked if there were any questions, Kairi was out of her chair in an instant.<br/><br/>"Scared?  Try terrified.  And you have got to be crazy.  Another planet." she asked.  Might explain why the air smelled different to her.  Wonderful.  It was like she jumped from the hands of one pervert right into an alien slave trade.  That would be cool except she was the main course.  No way she was going to be anyone's playtoy.  "Look, just send me back, I won't tell.  Hell, I'll work for you guys."<br/><br/>Kairi was shaking.  This was the worst thing that could have happened to her.  It was like her worse nightmare come to life and she didn't know if she could keep the brave face she was trying so hard to wear.