(http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u639/xfallenfeatherx/Chun%20Jiao/miko7-avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Chun Jiao</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galaxy Deck<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rayn Assad, Nonami Kitagani, Darius Fair, and everyone else.<br/><hr/>Chun fumbled for a response. This was Zhang’s friend? The man with two exposed women on the ground. Chun’s mouth finally closed with an audible snap of her teeth. He invited her to sit on the couch next to them. For a brief moment, she thought of refusing his offer. She had made her appearance. However, this was Zhang’s acquaintance. If she refused, Zhang would certainly hear of it. And doing something as rude as refusing an invitation would upset Zhang. Not only would Chun get “grounded,” but she would also get lectured. Chun hated getting lectured more than anything. Well, more than most things. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. After all, he was Zhang’s acquaintance. That had to count for something, right?<br/><br/>After a moment of hesitation, Chun gave a bow and sat. To others, the way she sat down seemed refined and high-class, like a princess or an emperor’s consort. She swept the dress beneath her and sat with fluid grace. No matter what it looked like on the outside, inwardly, Chun sat hurriedly and nervously. She didn’t want to be here and she tried very hard not to let it show on her face, an extremely difficult feat.<br/><br/>Gingerly, Chun shook her head. “<strong>I am afraid not. I arrived just a few hours ago.  Zhang… insisted I attend,</strong>” she said softly, not bothering to exaggerate exactly how a man thousands of miles away could insist she attend a gathering. Hardly a few minutes after she sat, Chun was joined on the couch by a young boy, hardly a man, and a girl dressed as Star Wars’ Leia, making it clear who the slave was. Chun wondered if they actually knew the movie or just thought the outfit looked sexy. In any case, as they sat on the couch, Chun unconsciously scooted away, making sure there was zero body contact. She never seemed comfortable being touched. Growing up, the only body contact outside her parents’ was always getting pushed, or pinched, or scratched, or punched, or attacked in some way by bullies. The only touches she would allow now were professional: hair being cut, clothes measured (when forced to wear something nice), or being escorted to some fancy event (also when she was forced for the sake of the company). Other than that, few were allowed to touch her. She just wasn’t used to a friendly touch. A touch to her was a prelude to being beaten.<br/><br/>As such, when the girl sat on his lap, and they accidentally brushed up against her, she recoiled and moved even further away. She hadn’t realized she had reacted, but anyone paying attention would have noticed. The boy seemed kind though, and the girl didn’t look to be mistreated. In fact, she genuinely seemed happy to be this man’s slave, the way she draped over him and snuggled up to him.<br/><br/>Chun gave a slight bow as he introduced himself. “<strong><em>Wanshang hao</em><sup><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">1</span></sup>, my name is Chun,</strong>” she responded, her voice soft like velvet. As she straightened, she heard him introduce his slave. She nodded to the girl. He also started to say something else, but she heard one of the girls at Rayn’s feet cry out. His fingers were tangled in her hair and her head was being pulled back uncomfortably. She didn’t seem to enjoy it. When he pushed her head down to the floor, Chun jumped.<br/><br/>Half falling, half leaping, Chun’s hand grasped Rayn’s wrist tightly. For someone who had such small hands, her grasp was surprisingly firm. Her knuckles were white as she looked directly into his eyes for the first time, revealing bright amber eyes.<br/><br/>“<strong>Stop it. You’re hurting her.</strong>” She didn’t whisper or murmur. Her voice held an authoritative tone.<br/><br/>As for Darius, she felt bad for ignoring his question, but she couldn’t stand to see this girl hurt. Not when there didn’t seem, at least to Chun, that she did anything wrong. However, without her knowing, the small Chinese girl had already compensated for her lack of response. Bent over to grab Rayn, her butt was in a very prominent position, almost right in front of Darius’ and Kumiko’s faces. The silk fabric was tight over her rear. The cut in the side let the dress slide off her thigh to reveal a surprisingly smooth leg (all thanks to Zhang, with lots of protest from her.). Her skin seemed soft and very white against the shimmering black silk. Unfortunately for her, Chun was oblivious to the subtle workings of her dress.<br/><br/>After a brief, yet intense moment, Chun noticed another woman approaching the group. Chun dropped her eyes and released his wrist, revealing red marks from her strong grip. She straightened and her dress retightened itself. “<strong><em>Yíhan</em><sup><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">2</span></sup>..</strong>” she said, barely above a whisper. Her head was down with her eyes on the floor and her hands in front of her. If she had been a slave, it would have been a perfect example of submission. She had shamed herself with her outburst. The girl wasn’t hers. Still, she couldn’t sit there while he hurt her. Even if she would be an actual dog, Chun still would have said something. But this girl was no dog, and it was even worse for her to be abused.<br/><br/>The woman approached and Chun sat back down, stiffly this time. She kept her hands in her lap and her eyes down as the woman introduced herself to the group and pulled Rayn aside. “<strong>Forgive me for my outburst…</strong>” she said to the others once the two were out of earshot.<br/><br/><sup>1</sup><em>Wanshang hao</em>– Good evening<br/><sup>2</sup><em>Yihan</em>– Sorry