Senfra called for a nearby woman (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=5672157) to help Natasha walk when it became clear that she struggled getting up. The two slaves hoisted one arm of hers each over their respective shoulders, offering the blonde balanced support but little in the way of modesty; even in her now-halved vision she could spot a few men ogling her now-uncovered bosom. How many more were leering at her, that she did not see?<br/><br/>They took her into a small room. It bore a single two-person bed, a small wooden chest at the foot, a dresser against the wall, and nothing else in the way of furniture or necessities. A medium-sized curtained window had no glass panel, but looked out over a busy city street from four stories up. The street was small, having just enough for several rows of foot traffic and the occasional mule-driven carriage but little else. Women in varying states of undress from similar windows leaned over to call out to passing men. Some were subtle, relying on little more than a wink and sly tilt of the head while others merrily called out advertising unique services and delights.<br/><br/>“You ever been with a beastgirl?”<br/><br/>“How about a jotun-blooded?”<br/><br/>“Try our baths! The only whorehouse on the street where you’ll leave cleaner than<em>when you came inside.”</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception automatic</div><div class="spoiler_body">The building’s foundations are made of worked stone, as are others in this neighborhood. Not brick and mortar but sculpted and curved. There’s not a lot of handholds or footholds for climbing, and despite the street’s narrowness a running jump to the next building would not be able to get much momentum given the room’s smallness. If only she was a parkour expert like in those Assassin’s Creed games...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 13 Perception check (don’t forget disadvantage)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha could spot a few men with shaved heads, sturdy frames, and clubs hanging from belts keeping watch on the passing traffic. They were clearly brothel guards, although whether they guarded the neighborhood as a whole or just the particular establishments on this street was hard to tell.</div></div></div></div><br/>The woman who helped Senfra carry Natasha into the room departed after a quick exchange of thanks, but the white-haired Atlantean remained.<br/><br/>“Take all the time you need,” she said. “If you have any feelings buried inside, let them out now; our masters don’t like it when the slaves make their plight obvious to clients. If you do, they’ll stick you with the kinds of men who enjoy making women cry.”<br/><br/>Then she hugged her. “I can feel it, you know. That fear, that anger at those who did this to you, the confusion, all of it. It’s a look I’ve witnessed in many girls that came before. I will not be cruel, or make threats like some others would; I’ll merely tell you what is expected of you, and what you can do to make your life here more bearable.”<br/><br/><em>Feel free to ask Senfra any other questions, hug her back, cry it out, etc.</em><br/><br/>Eventually Senfra ended the hug. Turning to the dresser she rifled through sets of clothes within. The fabrics were all cotton and linen, ideally suited for humid weather, but left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>“You seemed embarrassed about your chest earlier. I get it; lots of Nimothans dress heavy in their cold homes, and Ikath must feel different. Let’s see if we can’t find you something more concealing…”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hmmm, how about this one?</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/QQBRNCh.jpeg)</div></div><br/>Natasha had little choice in the matter, for it soon became apparent that such garb was one of the only ones in the dresser that did not leave her chest topless or see-through. It came at the cost of accentuating her lower half, riding up her butt and leaving her ass and legs bare and on display.<br/><br/>“I won’t lie,” Senfra began, “you will not get much rest or free time, so learn to take what brief respite you can.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><strong>New Blossom Training</strong></span></span></div><br/>Scene Music (https://youtu.be/-MigHbakZFw?t=7490)<br/><br/>Wise words indeed, for she didn’t even get a quick nap before the Atlantean summoned her to her New Blossom training. The drug, although lessened in intensity, was still in effect, so there were brief moments of her awareness lapsing and making time pass quicker than she thought.<br/><br/>One moment she was up on a raised table, being made to dance and gyrate while earning the taste of the whip whenever she displayed clumsiness…<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 10 Performance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha is a passable performer overall, but for a drugged first-timer she shows promise. Take 1d3 damage.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 13</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha gets pegged for the “dancer” role among the slave-girls, allowing her more time to stay and tease onstage and less time having sex with men. Take 1 damage.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha is clearly made for dancing. She earns the “dancer” role, and is also inducted into more specialized training in line with agility and grace. Take no damage.</div></div></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha was confirmed a failed dancer after one too many fumbles. The trainer made no effort in sparing the whip, earning her 1d6 damage.</div></div><br/>...the next she was watching Senfra riding a muscular older man in a live demonstration to “show how it’s done.” It was clear that Senfra was doing all the work in such a position, with the man below her doing little besides groping her breasts or slapping her ass.<br/><br/>“Ah, ah, ahhhhhh,” Senfra moaned, a bit exaggerated for the client’s benefit. “I’m cumming!”<br/><br/>“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Me too! Take it all baby…”<br/><br/>He climaxed, pulling out as his white fertile goo splattered over naked feminine flesh...<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/eJKKXrP.jpg)</div><br/>...Natasha did not get much time or retries in learning by example, for she was mercilessly thrust into doing the deeds herself. Whether the client was too big or she wasn’t warmed up for the more exhausting acts mattered not; if he had coin and didn’t leave any disfiguring marks, she was expected to acquiesce to his desires…<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 10 Constitution save</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha only barely makes it through, albeit by the time the last client’s done with her she has to be dragged off to the baths. Take 1d6 damage.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 14</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha manages to pace herself, doing positions and actions that require little effort from herself. Even so the sex is tiring due to the volume. Take 1d3 damage.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">DC 16</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha perseveres; if anything the sex is quite invigorating, and she manages to get a few pleasant orgasms out of the ordeal (even if she herself wouldn’t admit it). Take no damage.</div></div></div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Natasha passes out while being forced to deepthroat a well-endowed man. He doesn’t stop just because she’s unconscious, mercilessly pounding into her. Take 1d10 damage.</div></div><br/>...would there ever be an end to this?<br/><br/><em>Give me a 1d20 pregnancy check; 1-4 causes Natasha to get pregnant.</em>