(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 bowed to Rayn as he spoke, trying hard to not pull away from his touch. She started to, but visibly stopped herself. Her arms were shaking from the effort and she bit her lip in what was probably a most delicious way, but to her it was to keep from speaking out and digging herself into a deeper hole. There was no need to punish anyone! A happy person was a helpful person. That was how her company worked in slave countries: if the slaves were happy, they did a good job. A country with a loved ruler was more prosperous than a country with a feared ruler. Fear could only control for so long before the people revolted. It never worked. Chun so badly wanted to say something, but she held her tongue, a visible effort.<br/><br/>His last words seemed like a subtle threat to Chun: do what I say or I’ll tell on you to Zhang. It was oddly child-like. But still, Chun’s lips were thin lines as she accepted the invitation. What could she do? Say no? The way Rayn said it, it was clearly not an option to refuse. “<strong>Ah… yes, that sounds like a great idea.</strong>” Her voice was soft, eyes still down. She would go. More than likely she wouldn’t like it, but the alternative was far worse than just one bad day around the town.<br/><br/>Chun jumped when the boy beside her patted her hands. He stopped just before she could pull away. Instead, she curled her fingers into a small fist. She finally looked up at him from beneath her lashes as he spoke. Was her behavior really that different? People just looked the other way? How was that any better than anarchy? They acted like primates! No, that wasn’t fair. Even primates had standards and didn’t enslave and rape each other.<br/><br/>Chun’s freshly manicured nails dug into her palm with frustration. From this one night, Chun had become eternally grateful for her birth right. Just by being born in a different country, she didn’t have to deal with the trials of slavery. She had been free to pursue what she wanted instead of having to be at the beck and call of a man, forced to do whatever he wanted her to. It was a horrible prospect and Chun shuddered at the thought that she had barely escaped that.<br/><br/>As Darius spoke, attempting to get his slave girl to get a drink, Chun vehemently refused. She wasn’t thirsty and she definitely wasn’t going to drink. Not that she ever drank, but this was certainly not a time to start. Even though she said no, the boy insisted, ordering his slave to get her some kind of alcoholic beverage. Chun still refused. Even when the girl came back and pushed the glass in Chun’s hand, she didn’t drink it. And certainly when she tried to touch her feet by removing her shoes, Chun quickly slipped her feet beneath her, being even more obviously oriental. It took a while, but the pair finally got bored of Chun, leaving her to find something more entertaining, seemingly to dance on the deck. Chun put down the class and was left to her own thoughts once more, hoping the night to be over soon.<br/>