The first thing that Mia sees were colorful pillows and red silk curtains, everywhere around her. A spicy, exotic scent filled the air, and the smoothness of silken bedsheets caressed the back of her nude form. Slowly regaining consciousness, the monk realized that she was lying in a massive bed, a size which she has never seen before, the curtains hanging from a canopy above. She was completely nude, none of her equipment or items on her, or within her immediate reach. Actually on further inspection she did have one article of clothing, or rather jewelry on her. A golden, elaborate collar with engravings and fine, golden chains hanging off its side, clasped around her neck where she felt the noose tighten before.<br/><br/>Once she gathered herself and looked out from behind the hanging curtains, she could see two figures in the massive, luxurious room, sitting on cushions by a low table with jeweled chalices and some game board with figures laid out before them. Both were facing eachother, apparently playing and drinking, or at least one of them was. When they looked her way, the man with the chalice in hand laughed, placed the drink on the table and stood up, taking a few steps in her direction. Mia could make out he was mostly human, dressed in loose fitting, expensive clothes. His appearance was similar to many of the locals, a dark complexion and hair color, but he had touches of elven features in the bone structure of his face and slightly pointed ears, as well as piercing green eyes. On his face was the tattoo of a stylized scorpion, similar to what the men in uniforms were wearing. He was still a good footy feet away from her, which made her wonder just how big this place was. The second man, a human in a turban sighed and stood up to leave wordlessly, leaving the two of them alone as far as Mia could tell. She also noticed her pack in the far end of the room, beside the large double door where the turban wearing local was leaving through.<br/><br/>"Ah, sleeping beauty awakens at last!" her host smiled "I can't say I like rewarding failure, but my dear Jaffar was impressed by you, so I'm giving you a chance rather than have you...escorted out."<br/><br/>The man with the scorpion tattoo made an elaborate, overplayed bow in a mocking show of politeness before the naked, collared Mia. "I am your dear host, and future employer. They call me Samir, the Scorpion. Tell me of yourself my dear. Was Jaffar wrong to recommend you to me?" he asked, for the briefest moment glancing away from Mia and to some point behind her. Even if she managed to keep from turning around, she could now guess that the man Samir was referring to, likely the tattooed assassin was also present in the room, keeping close watch on her, perhaps even so while she was unconscious.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">All of Mia's inventory is still present in her pack, but currently unavailable to her. A quick check reveals that there are no traces of bodily fluids on (or in) Mia's body, nor any other signs of abuse, save her neck perhaps which she cannot check.<br/><br/>The golden collar around her neck seems to be locked, with a tiny keyhole and some sort of inner mechanism keeping it shut. <br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/65/3f/7d/653f7d543aed6d7fc2f886e109697dba--slave-collar-drum.jpg)</div></div>