Jenni strode into the reception area with a confidence most would have said - though only out of her earshot, of course - crossed the line into arrogance. As her petite female assistant led her new purchases - hooded and shackled, of course, leashes connected to each slave's genitalia to make the slightest resistance brutally painful.<br/><br/>Despite the receptionist being present and alert, Jenni leant on her call button for several full seconds, smiling slightly as the poor girl trembled and her professional welcoming smile faltered in pain: the sadist knew from her previous visits exactly how the poor receptionist endured each ten hour shift: the button wasn't to summon her back from a break, since none were permitted, just to ensure the guest always had her full attention and cooperation - and, as in this case, to provide some extra entertainment.<br/><br/>As soon as she regained her composure, the poor receptionist smiled up at her tormentor and welcomed her as sincerely as the pain allowed, a little extra emphasis on the guest's full name thanks to the fading pain between her legs. Jenni was here for the annual beauty treatment topup, like most guests, and also to have some surgical 'enhancements' inflicted on the new slaves behind her, particularly the male.<br/><br/>Before their checkin appointment, though, there was enough time for a little fun. Detaching the leashes, Jenni offered the two a tempting reward: they were to fight each other, and the victor would, she promised, be allowed to walk out through the main doors. The receptionist and Jenni's assistant both looked surprised at this, so she reiterated "I am a lady of my word ... the winner<em>will</em>be allowed to walk out through those doors - just as you will both pay for doubting me!"<br/><br/>(( Technically, this action has moved from the auction hall, but I want to be sure it's OK before moving this into Kate's Farm thread - Aurelie, are you around? Any input? ))