Discomfort.  Discomfort was the first thing she noticed.  Her life having been all peaches and cream.  Playing with her slave-siblings.  Learning instruments and other niceties.  Sleeping in comfort and bliss.  Discomfort was something she had never experienced.  The light bright against her eyelids as she would blink blurrily.  The bars of the cage only slowly coming into sharp relief.  ‘Tuyen..’  The last thing she remembered was watching the other girl play, her first thought upon waking was for the other girl, as well.  ‘Tuyen!’  Her voice panicked as she would suddenly sit up.  Her hands going to her neck, feeling that thick metal that encircled the slender arch of her neck.  Following it around, and then along the chain that connected her to the cage.<br/><br/>She would spot her sister, in a cage nearby, her naked flesh gleaming in the dim light.  Only then would her gaze turn to those outside of the bars.  Faces so foreign that she almost didn’t identify them as human, only to let her eyes snap back to them.  ‘What is happening..’  Her voice was scared, yet that didn’t hide the fact that she spoke sweetly.  Her tones almost musical, soft and sultry.  Her wide, frightened eyes standing out behind those thick lashes.  Suddenly screaming would break out from the other cage, the girl covering her ears, whimpering as she would slide down against the inside of the cage.<br/><br/>She cowered against the edge of the cage.  Though she didn’t know enough to be shameful of her own body, making no move to hide anything, her hands more busy holding her ears than protecting her modesty.  Those pert breast, pleasantly round, perky, her pink nipples tightened slightly from the lick of cool air against them.  Her smooth little belly on display above her legs, the girl seeming to be shaved clean.