<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/a4/29/92a4292fc166ca10906a3cbfd029f325.jpg)</div>The whole room watched in amazement at this high level player.  Whispers went up around the room, a commotion rising as all eyes turned to him.<br/><br/><strong>"xX_420Loko_Xx," </strong>they whispered in awe and amazement.  Could it be?  xX_420Loko_Xx, more shortly termed "fourtwenty," or simply "Loko," was an infamous streamer.  He perfected any% speedruns on the first go of a game that stood for years, if not indefinitely.<br/><br/>He SimuStreamed everything across every major platform.  People could see what he saw and, for paying subscribers, feel what he felt.<br/><br/>This knowledge kicked in<em>right</em>as the trade did.  Oddly enough a large bag appeared before her: full of coins and random items, a dagger, and a cloak.<br/><br/>Her items.  As her clothes were suddenly whisked from her and something<strong>else</strong>suctioned itself to her body.  The exotic black-and-gold outfit jingled with jewelry and sex appeal.<br/><br/>Taemi was now wearing<strong>Masterwork Slaver Dancer's Regalia</strong>, and it had an item capacity of zero.<br/><br/>The bag slammed into the floor and spilled her earnings everywhere.  Over a hundred coppers with some silver speckled in.  The tavern goers, gathered round, were swift to grab up the earnings with an eager heave and hoe.  Wild eyes of greed flickered in her eyes, mirrored in her own.<em>Gold Digger Fever</em>overcame her as she felt something beautiful upon her, knowing she'd acquired an item of great worth.  Or perhaps, as she received little info bubbles, it had acquired her.<br/><br/>It had a number of special qualities she was informed of:<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>cannot be removed by wearer</li><li>-1 Target Number for Physique Checks</li><li>XP Share</li><li>bound: owner, Kashagieray</li></ul><br/>Bound items were connected to the souls of certain individuals:<br/><br/>Only they could control their most powerful abilities, and as a golden thread shot from Taemi's throat to the fur coated, one eye'd man's hand—Kashagieray, to guess by who it was bound to—it became all to clear to her what it was.<br/><br/>He smirked, flicked her a gold coin, it broke against her skin—that ecstasy brought about by Gold Digger Fever nearly at climax—and then was ripped away as she received nothing.  An illusion?<br/><br/>No, as everyone looked on at the developments some continued to throw tips.  None of them arrived in her inventory.  Every time they did though, the golden thread of light connecting her throat to his wrist flickered.  Every item she received, and all the money, was sent directly to the<em>Master </em>of the outfit.  That was the true power of the Slaver's itemset.  A power she'd learned the hard way.<br/><br/><strong>"You've made the right choice,"</strong>he tugged at her throat, bringing her into the groping row of outstretched hands.<strong>"A newb like you couldn't've gotten half as far on your own as you will with me holding the reigns.  The fact that I'll be getting half your XP the whole time won't even matter that much, with how far I'm going to take you in this game."</strong><br/><br/>All her money and items lost, and a burning desire that could never be fulfilled for more gold and items, a significantly more powerful player seemed to have just turned the tables on her in an instant.  As he tugged her closer the groping hands found their way to her thigh, if not quite her groin.<br/><br/><strong>"Not to mention all the money you'll make me.  What do you say, pet; why don't I walk you through town?  You can do more of that dancing and make me plenty of money before we head out.  And I'll keep my promise to rain gold on you while we're at it."</strong>His smile was crooked and ugly like his face.  Indeed, quite a few of the higher level characters seemed to have beaten up faces or bodies for some reason.  Perhaps perma damage?