Able to think straight the tentacles support her there as the monitor is moved closer. As the language is translated she scrolls through the various images processing comments with the upcoming auction location. Tentacles pull her up out of that vortex that clears a space for her as she is laid down on the bed.

Daphnee listens pausing in her reading then goes on. She is familiar with the tech on her planet and doesn't know if there is any difference in the galaxy at large. On Earth once something was on the net it was out there forever. She figured it worked in much the same way. Even at times when their was court orders to remove something or not release it you just needed to be diligent in finding an illegal upload. No matter how many times something was shut down there was bound to be someone else who saved that image or downloaded a video file only to put it on their own page.

She wondered if there ever would be a time where bots could search out particular images or videos deleting them when found. Of course there would be so many laws against that. There was facial recognition now so this would be something similar to body recognition. Essentially you could erase someone that way so it was unlikely to ever happen.

She considered that as she recovered. Scrolling and reading those comments. Some of the things that her fans wanted to do were downright bizarre. Others were hopeful in being selected. A few thought they had a shot at winning the next auction. On and on it went.

Even if an IP address was calculated for each poster the cost of going all over the system to enforce such laws would be incredible Daphnee assumed. She considered this too.

Before deciding she considered things carefully. “While it is free advertising and those images are already out there I do have a bit or an idea for the future.” Figuring that there was nothing to be done about the past she focused ahead.

She assumed that their was some sort of web page for the fans or a community chat room that was popular among them. “Add a disclaimer that going forward recording devices will have to be checked in at auctions. Any recordings posted or even viewed will eliminate them from being selected or winning an auction. Unless the images or recordings are done from an official site if we have a page for members of a fan club or something.

“I'm guessing that keeping track of these things will be impossible. But fear should dissuade the majority of them. Especially if we monitor the biggest violators thus far, the ones that have uploaded the most images or videos so when they violate things again we can have them arrested or charged. Am I correct in assuming these are fines and not jail time? With a few examples it will dissuade the rest.

“Long answer but the past images and such can remain. Going forth they will be warned. Maybe I can simply ask the fans to remove their uploads, offer a special auction to those that remove stuff. Persuades them to comply, tell them the current rules and what is expected going forward, while limiting these images. We can release images for them to use in their chats as promotional material Master.”

Daphnee supplied a rather complex answer after a little thought. Thinking that they couldn't contain things as is she figured a perk might work better than a threat. They were all ideas that she needed input on not knowing how things worked in the galaxy at large.

He listened to her patiently, without really interrupting aside from shifting his breathing vents around the maelstrom as she continued to talk. When she finished, he exhaled.

"Renegotiating your contract will be very difficult at this time." he starts. "Besides, giving the attendees the permission to record and take photographs of you - as long as they abide by the regulations of the auction, was your idea when one of the other shareholders asked you about marketing. I thought you enjoyed being the star of the show when that amendment you proposed was accepted. I'm... not sure if it will be possible for you to renegotiate such a successful marketing strategy. That's one of the draws of the auction. Sure, you might lose both auctions - but you have a bit of a souvenir to take home. Or if you were feeling generous..."

He tapped the screen, and the image archives of the page were brought up. Images of Daphnee smiling as she posed with a crowd of alien fanboys. Wearing costumes, different settings - sometimes even formal settings where she was in the arms of a powerful-looking general or a visiting dignitary. Sometimes, the photos would capture her in a fashionable dress, or her position shifted to the position of a mistress, dressed in revealing leather, her hand on a leash, collaring a particularly happy looking human or alien creature. And sometimes complete nudity in a crowd as she confidently smiled to the cameraman.

"You are correct that the devices are inspected before being allowed into the avenue." he continues after exhaling a long breath as if to collect his thoughts. "They're only checked to ensure that they don't have any kind of weapon, or drug that may cause you to lose your free will. The avenue is guarded quite well, too. I would rather not have you kidnapped, and I'm sure the other majority shareholders feel the same."

"I don't really understand you'd propose such a drastic change to such a successful marketing campaign... unless..." the eyes all focused on her now. Peering with an eerie focus to the point that he was trying to discern something not visible to the five classical senses. "... do you feel well enough to stand?"

“Oh I like the attention Master. The inner workings of the business is something that I don't have to worry much about. I was merely brain storming ideas if this was troubling.” Her attention brought to the photos she watched as various aliens and she posed. A wide variety of outfits and fans appeared with her in various states. Most weren't even sexual in nature, many leaned in that direction suggesting such activities with bond aliens and even some human or near human creatures.

There was a wide variety of kinks on display. She guessed these images were taken before the auction unless she mingled with the audience after getting cleaned up. She guessed the first where her energy wasn't depleted though with all the drugs that enhanced and restored her stamina she couldn't be certain.

Was she prized this much? She had wondered as to how she obtained such a lofty position. Best guess was that most slaves broke or were barely responsive. She couldn't have had been the only one that adjusted to this, there were other students after all but she surmised that the numbers were few and of those a large portion may have ended up in a private harem or collection and only a few were ever exposed to the public outside of sex clubs and the like were exposure was smaller in the grand scheme of things.

She sat up, the drugged air working on her. Each breath caressed the inside of her lungs, her breasts rising and falling in time with each.

“I believe so Master.” Swinging her legs off the bed she stood. There was a moment of light headedness. She moaned softly feeling the liquid within her shift and touch her as easily as each breath did the same with her lungs. Her hand seizing a bed post until the sensation past a few seconds later.

Once it had her attention shifted back to what they had been discussing. He was hinting at something and she wondered what he had been thinking of.

“What are you implying Master?” Assuming much of what she said had been to hard to enact upon. She had no complaints thus far but was open to suggestions.

“What are you implying Master?”

He doesn't respond for a few seconds, those shifting eyes seeming to peer right into her, the few tendrils wrapped around her body peeling off her, leaving her fully bared for his inspection.

"Just making sure..."

His touch felt... odd against her skin now. As if he was rapidly dissolving his tentacles into a gaseous form as it brushed up against her body. Some even seemed to explore her head as they shifted in close, almost as if looking for something as he continued to sift across her skin. The way those smaller eyes closed up fully before they vanished in a puff of smoke before reforming as the tentacle was withdraw was disconcerting as he focused his entire attention on her.

"...that I haven't been pushing you too far. And it seems like I must let you rest for the time being." he finishes. "Tell me, do you remember a blue-skinned creature that looks like a terran octopus from the auction you were on today?"

That touch felt surreal. Solid one moment then dissolving as if melting. Shifting from solid to liquid then gas as if her skin was heated. Firm strokes misted off her skin as Daphnee was watched. So many eyes, some blinked out, others transformed into other tendrils that reached out toward her.

She was at the center of attention as he checked on her. Her head turning, shifting as she settled her gaze on one eye then another as if went dark or shifted. All the while she processed what he was saying. He was checking on her? Time to rest would be paused from time spent in servitude, unless of course rest time wasn't actually rest.

“Yes, I remember. One of the first at the auction. He, it, had some sort of weird drug.” There were so many drugs and reactions where she was hard pressed to tell which one ran into another. “What of him, Master?”

Her mind shifted back to the auction and what she remembered of it. Her mind had been in a euphoric haze at times, that small alien gray touched it as her body was taken. And of course those drugs from the chimera helped too.

"They're an interesting species. Their bodies produce a certain substance - harmless to them, but for some reason, it causes notable enhancements to sensory, endurance and mental fortitude in humans." he explains. "Do you feel any urge to seek him out, and force him to fill you..."

A pair of narrow lengths spilling on the floor perked up to caress her tight holes at this remark.

"...once again?" he finishes. "In your terms, it's what you call a drug with mild addiction potential. While the effects of the drug are indeed beneficial to humans for some reason, too much of anything isn't good for you - especially when it drives you so much, your physical body may become unable to withstand what you can do."

"Still, the draw of sensory enhancement is in itself, quite a persuasive draw, don't you think?" he finished. "Its no wonder humans get addicted to that kind of potential."

Daphnee recalled the auction. Taking stock of what the drugs did to her. At the time she didn't feel the full effect of the drugs simply because there was so many things hitting her at once. It was tough to focus on who did what or what lingered from one being to the next. The gray and the mental effects had been easy enough to track but everything else had been a jumble.

Tentacles caress her, teasing her while keeping her aroused at the same time as she has her attention drawn to the effects of the drug.

“Mm. Ah.” Her breathing staggered a little. “Was that what he did? Everything felt so good after, everything was easier too. I didn't know who was doing what for the most part. But ahhh I've been thinking back to the auction more than usual. With all the drugs blurring together that must be the reason why I haven't focused in on him. Those that came after associated with those drugs.”

Her eyes closed as she melted into that touch. Her senses had been awakened earlier to similar levels if not stronger while that touch brought her back to the auction as he explained things to her. She focused on the creature, attempted to isolate that moment in her mind.

Yes. It's quite the draw. Have I been under the influence of those drugs all this time?” She asked given the recent events she had went through with the baron, something that should have torn her up. She might have falsely attributed it to the Minotaur at the time or something else entirely, Daphnee didn't get too caught up in her thoughts.

"Yes. It's quite the draw. Have I been under the influence of those drugs all this time?”

"Mostly correct." he admits. "All auction attendees all sign an agreement to ensure that they do not harm you, or cause the show to end prematurely before they are allowed to enter the avenue. Still, given your experience with doing this kind of thing with previous auction winners... I suppose it's a combination of factors. As long as you don't feel the urge to escape from this vessel, then pursue him until you have your 'fix', I believe you won't be needing any flush treatments."

At that moment, a gentle ding echoes from the screen as the video finishes processing, the details of her encounter with the vortex of pleasure recorded in high quality for others to enjoy.

"It looks like the video's done with processing." he explains, then waits as the screen moves on a robotic servo, drawing it close enough for her to touch. The alien runes shift around, translating to english in a few seconds to explain that the video has finished being processed, and two buttons remain on the notification, one marked 'upload', the other marked 'go back'. The panel guarding the hand sensing area slides back to reveal the soft, velvety panel.

"If you sign this video with your biometric signature, it shows that you personally approved of this video's upload, and that alone will be excellent marketing, and that would be something amazing for the business enterprise. Go ahead, make your choice."

Daphnee had no desire to escape the vessel. Not that she could go anywhere really. This ship seemed too large for her to pilot alone even if she somehow managed to get into the position of dealing with that. At best she might have been able to stow away on a shuttle or something. Which may have lead to discovery landing her in even a worse situation.

She didn't think about such things. Where would she go? What would she do? She'd be recognized by her fans. Some would want to help her while others would want to delay her or try to keep her for themselves as long as they could especially with her being in a vulnerable state.

She felt no overwhelming pull towards the alien, likely this was because there had been so much stimuli at the time that it was so confusing to realize who was responsible for what. Had she had a one on one encounter then that would have been different. She did crave the experience again but she was kept distracted so she didn't go seeking it back out.

“Escape? Hm.” Daphnee grinned as she sat up on the bed. “Well definitely not physically. Mentally though? There has been no reason to.” Sometimes that couldn't be helped. Sometimes her body kept going after her mind was overwhelmed. She had been allowed to catch her breath enough to stay in the moment.

The screen moved toward her. For a second she thought about the go back option thinking that she could review the footage. She thought better of it though thinking that it might loose whatever progress it took to get to this point. She hated filling out things online only to go back and loose all the information she plugged in when there was only one little thing she wanted to change. It undid all her work.

“That works too.” She supposed authorized videos would be sought out more than amateur ones. As long as she kept producing new content. After all if there wasn't anything new to look forward to people tended to want more wherever they could get it.

She authorized the video with her thumb. “There's opportunity here. Fresh content … promotions for fans not squeamish about video time. Shorter moments between shows and auctions. A raffle perhaps, a few hours to the winner. New content can be released between shows.”

She wasn't sure how difficult it would be in traveling around or what worlds worked best. Bigger worlds, more isolated ones that didn't get to hold auctions or allow for transport to such shows … that would be left up to marketing. She would have preferred working on the fringes if transport was an issue to give those fans something to look forward to. If it was a money thing raffles on such worlds might not get the revenue but having a paid sight with official vids might offset that. It could be a start to hit core worlds first then branch out, all things she really didn't have to worry about. She'd let marketing decide what was best.

The biometric sensor beeped as a green led lit up the interface as the authentication went through without issue. The video was posted, along with a notification sent to all that had subscribed to the discussion thread. Someone, perhaps staff, immediately pinned the video to the media archive of the thread. As she watched, the first 5 seconds was all it took to surpass 100 views, with the counter rolling up at an almost geometrical rate as the surge of her fans began to rush to watch the video. The millionth view was passed as the video remained up for a minute, the raw numbers increasing in a frenetic pace.

He watched her as she authorized the video with her thumb. “There's opportunity here. Fresh content … promotions for fans not squeamish about video time. Shorter moments between shows and auctions. A raffle perhaps, a few hours to the winner. New content can be released between shows.”

"These are all excellent ideas, and I'm sure they're doable." the eyeballs seemed to nod as he considered her input. "Yes... I take it your production is going well?" he finally spoke. One of the eyes lifted, almost bubbling off the central vortex as it took a closer look at the screen, its bulbous mass held up by a thread of liquid darkness. An approving hiss worked through the gas vents of the creature as he took in the statistics. "Now then... I'm sure the other shareholders will be getting in touch with you soon enough. While we wait..."

A set of almost-liquid appendages slithered close as he finished. The touch sent subtle waves of drippling pleasure running in rivulets down her bare back. While he tried to keep his voice even, it was clear that he was interested in some more fun...

"There is something I'd like you to do..." he began. "Tell me. How much of an understanding do you have of human cuisine?"

Meanwhile, the comments in the main thread has stiffened up as all eyes were glued to this new video. The video's comment section, exploded out in a spectrum of eager comments from her fans, rapidly translated from the strange, runic symbols to english for her to read in realtime as they were posted.

Was she that popular? Even with all that was told to her as well as her own experiences nothing cemented that fact more than the view counter. Daphnee could have brushed things off as having a decent fan base or those just curious about her shows. A means to kill some time perhaps. But the counter increased at an alarming rate.

She nodded looking away from the screen. “Yes, I'll bring it up to them. Ultimately they will decide on matters but I don't expect them not to take advantage of the situation in some form. They would know better than I about marketing and such.”

Noting his interest at the comments she shifted her attention back to the screen. Words were being translated. A few seemed hopeful, wishing or desiring. She only got the gist of things before his question caught her off guard. She reflected on it for a moment recalling her time at Shokushu.

“Human cuisine? I have plenty of experience there. While not a gourmet chief I did study it in my spare time. Dishes of multiple nationalities. Most dishes being simple or moderate since the more complex dishes took a lot more time to complete. Not that I was incapable of them, just that I had only so much time to get them finished so I couldn't spend all day cooking and preparing. Why do you ask? And what do you have in mind”

She glanced to the nearest eye he felt the inky black tendrils cascade down her back. Knowing he wanted more but doling out the reason behind his question at the same time trying to determine how that interest fit with his carnal one.

"While you take a rest, I would like you to review the food available in this suite, as well as to hear your recommendations on what humans would prefer in their diet. This is, after all, my first time entertaining a guest of your species, after all." the tentacles that once fucked her silly now let her float freely in the seething ocean of eyeballs and tentacles as she lay back on the 'bed', watching the statistics of the video continue to rise and rise.

If anything, it proved just how eager some people were for a good time.

The lights in a nearby alcove of the suite lit up, revealing a small set of pantries stocked with a variety of jars and bottles.

"Go ahead and relax a while. I'm actually expecting some visitors, and I'd like you to be in peak physical condition by the time they arrive."

She should have realized, as alien as those drinks were to her that her food choices would be as alien to those not versed in humans. Daphnee doubted that it came up much. Even those that had slaves might only concern themselves with getting food that was edible even if it was unfamiliar.

As the pantries were illuminated her attention moved toward them as was expected. In that short time of looking away the views jumped by nearly a thousand! It was sort of surreal for her, being neglected and ignored for most of her life only to get this sort of attention. Daphnee was pleased with the praise, many would have been broken by this stage and she nearly was after her first year of college. But things got better, she adapted and even made a name for herself. Cooperating in hopes of having an easier time of things made her more open and willing then most.

Daphnee floated there in a sea of eyes. She gave a nod. “Is there something like that chair around here?” Her hands swirled over her belly that wasn't totally gone though far less inflatted then it had been before she sat on that chair. The how's and why's weren't important.

Before these guests arrived she figured that he had wanted her rested. Attired again and either willing to entertain or serve as eye candy. Maybe both. Her mere presence might have been to incite these guests. Were some of her fans among them? Was being here a status symbol of a sort? Was she that popular? Her mind swam with these things.

“I can take an inventory of what's useful and what is not,” she indicated the pantries with a motion of her head. So many hits!

“When are you expecting these guests?” She asked. Even if there wasn't much time to rest she should have her second wind by then to say the least unless they walked in right now.

"That chair? Ah yes..." his eyes shifted as he tried to understand what she had meant. "Well, no - but if you just rest and let those buildups get absorbed by your body, you'll be alright."

“I can take an inventory of what's useful and what is not,”

"Very good. Do that. The kitchen computer is designed similar to this one. I'm sure you can use it just fine. Still, if hygiene is what concerns you..." the floor panels lit up forming a guiding line as he operated a simple wall panel. "Over the other way, there's a bathroom if you'd like to bathe and relax. I recently installed some human-compatible ceramic-ware for such an occasion. I hope they'll be to your liking."

“When are you expecting these guests?” she finally asked.

"In an hour or so." he explains. "Plenty of time for you to rest and recover, I trust?"

That's when the view counter hit a hundred million views. It had not been one hour before such a milestone had passed.

An hour, Daphnee nodded more to herself than anything. “I see. That should be plenty of time.”

A quarter of that time had been spent in the bathroom. Long enough to take care of bodily needs and a quick bath. She straightened herself up a bit, found a simple bathrobe to adorn herself in then began work on the foodstuffs. Making notes of what was good, what was bad and a separate category of the unknown. She figured that it had been cuisine she was unfamiliar with or ingredients for delicacies only in specific cultures that others found distasteful like bluet or haggis. There was a good selection to get through and she nearly got lost in her work.

Finding what she was doing as relaxing as reading a good book Daphnee had been in her element. Constantly thinking of the variety of combinations she could use. The two things that kept intruding on her work had been the time she had left before the guests arrived and how popular she was. Fighting the urge to look back at the views she worked for a bit leaving enough time to search for clothes or one of the aliens that could have pointed her in that direction should her efforts yield nothing.

There was still plenty of foodstuff to get through but with limited time she managed to make a good amount of progress. Most of the time was spent making note of what was good or questionable based on culture. She made sure to have enough time to get dressed should she find any spare clothes for her. If she failed to find something she debated whether or not to ditch the bathrobe.

By the end of the hour the small bulge she had was all but gone. Her body absorbing the left overs.

She decided, if there were no clothes to be found, to keep the robe. Just one simple garment that served as gift wrapping or a tease as the case may be. Once the hour was nearly up she went in search of her Master unless someone came for her first.