Setsun cries out as he is lifted and slammed against the wall, roughly probed again, only much worse this time, due to his injuries. He glares into Yobren's eyes as the man talks, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Prostitution. Setsun was going to be moved from a gladiator, to a prostitute. Just like that. Under any normal circumstance, he would have spit into the man's face. But this time, with that . . .that thing, looming over him, he knew that he couldn't refuse. "Alright. I'll  . .. I'll be your whore."