As she stepped past the luxurious bedroom, she noticed that her owner was nowhere in sight. The main display was switched on, with the views of her performance with her master still increasing as the video was beamed across what felt like a vast distance of space. How it was done, there was no indication.

Motion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and a slug-like creature, covered in what looked to be long, barbed quils marched into the room from the far end, carrying a metallic crate. Behind it, the familiar visage of her owner crept across the ceiling, before 'dripping' onto the floor, reforming as the familiar vortex she knew him to be.

"I am very sorry for my mistake, master." the creature spoke, bowing deeply. Despite the vicious natural weapons on its arms and exoskeleton, it spoke as if it was about to beg for its life. "Punish me as you see fit, and I will accept whatever you say without question."

"There is no need. I should have made it clear you were to bring me just this one crate." the vortex explains. "Please, think nothing of it."

"B..." the slug-like creature moved uncomfortably, then recalled its own promise to accept his verdict without question, then bows again. "V-very well. I will take care not to make such a mistake again and ask you if I feel that I may misunderstand your orders."

"See to that you do."

With that, the creature bows again and leaves the master's quarters, bowing again before the heavy doors slid shut. One of the eye stalks peering out from the shattered rip in the air turned to look at her.

"Ah, Daphnee." he speaks to her as those tentacles slowly work to unfasten the crate brought into the room. "I take it that you've had plenty of rest, and time to take a look at the inventory in the kitchen?"

Daphnee barely has time to regard the strange alien. Part slug, part porcupine and vaguely humanoid. Movement captures her attention and what looks like a black slime slides over the ceiling before dropping down transforming into that familiar vortex.

Silently she observes what's going on attempting to follow matters. She gets the gist of it, as well as a better assessment of the situation. Her Master is a man/being to be feared. Yet he didn't punish indiscriminately or flaunt power. When punishment was dealt it was for good reason she believed, at least that was the take away she had.

Now if the mistake was deliberate or he attempted to cheat him matters might have gone differently. An eye turned it's focus on her while he tended to the crate.

“I have. There are some things that you might want to get rid of unless you plan on specializing in a few cultures but most of the supplies are versatile between the cultures of my world and can be adapted with little fuss.

“I do have a question about the site,” she glanced at the video though unable to see the view count from here. Unaware how it was being broadcast she didn't get into that. Instead she focused on how wide spread it was. “Was it sent to a planetary system? A solar system? A galaxy? Just curious.”

It probably took time to branch out from here. Were quantum computers a thing here? She was sort of ignorant on a lot of things outside of what she used herself.

Then her attention shifted to the crate in order to get a better look. She remained standing where she was, however. “What's in the crate?”

“I do have a question about the site,”[/color] she glanced at the video though unable to see the view count from here. Unaware how it was being broadcast she didn't get into that. Instead she focused on how wide spread it was. “Was it sent to a planetary system? A solar system? A galaxy? Just curious.”

"Just to some affiliate data-centers for verification, then to distribution." he explains. "From there, it's 'out in the wild' and anyone with a standard link system in range of a transmitter or a peer can pick it up. The more people visiting, the more they can share this information out. Most of the system's compatible with what humans use, I believe."

Her eyes moved to the crate the alien manservant had placed on the floor. “What's in the crate?”

"Ah, it's for you." he explained as the tentacles turned a pair of restraining bolts on the lid, popping it open to reveal a rack of costumes. "I realized that you'd like a change of clothes before we go meet the visitors and I don't have any. After all, they are here to speak with you. Go ahead and pick anything that you like."

As the metallic rack was pulled upwards, she noticed a variety of outfits hanging from the simple beams. From formal wear that wouldn't look too out of place at a corporate board meeting, to daring fantasy ensembles that left the wearer pretty much nude.

"Pick whatever you like, and we shall go meet them." the vortex began to 'flow' out of the door. "Or come naked if clothes aren't your preference. That works, too."

“Oh,” she nodded. So the upload wasn't widespread. Her best rational was that these locations were like cell phone towers. Those within range could download files and each could send them on from there through file sharing.

“Efficient.” She imagined the upload sent out to certain relays with people spreading it outward in their own sectors. Information could be scattered rather quickly, provided of course that it was something they were interested in. Galactic news, warrants and so on.

So it may not be long to spread information. Daphnee didn't think on it for long with her interest shifting to the crate. Impressed. The crate appeared to hold more than she imagined. She scanned over a few customs reminded of those days she was with her Mistress. The closet full of things to select.

Daphnee thumbed through some of them, considering what was best. Her first though was something in the role of a secretary where she could stand off and take notes. Then she was made aware that the meeting was about her.

“About me?” She thought about that for a moment, the purpose. Where these the share holders? Fans? Prospective buyers? “I'll be along presently.”

She shrunk off the robe then dressed. A skimpy black leather skirt along with a low cut top, leather wrist guards, a choker and even stripped stockings to go along with the goth look. There were even shoes still inside the crate. She ignored the heels settling on ankle high boots.

For this she went with no undergarments at all. The idea was to attract attention. Not wearing a bra or panties there may be hopeful looks. She then left the room after hanging up the robe. Seeking him out once again.

“All right, let's meet these guests Master.”

“All right, let's meet these guests Master.” she spoke as she changed outfits, picking out a rather cute gothic outfit that tastefully revealed her natural assets while giving the viewer a tease of what was to come with her body's motions. Satisfied with her readiness, the vortex began to 'flow' upwards, forming the familiar wellspring of tentacles and eyes she was so used to as it reformed into the center. The heavy doors open for the two of them as if on command, and they step out into the hallway.

Getting to walk, this time with no leash or not being on all fours let her have a fresh point of view. The panels on the floor didn't shift under her like they did last time when she was on her hands and knees. Instead, they remained rigid, giving her something comfortable to walk on in her ankle-high boots. This time, none of the crew members stopped for a chat with her master, as if aware that they were travelling to attend an important meeting. What she did get was curious stares at her unspoken promotion. Perhaps they were curious to see why someone seen on a leash was being allowed to walk freely in the alien spacecraft...

The route they took lead them to a relatively smaller meeting room compared to the conference hall from before. However, that was not the only difference - a row of humanoids clad in thick metallic armor, with a menacing rifle held steady in muscular arms lined the walls. Their weapons were pointed downwards, and aside from very subtle motions, they could very well have passed for a row of ornamental armor. They salute in unison when her master enters the meeting room and keeps this pose until he acknowledges them with a curt nod, to which they return to their standard position.

What catches his eyes first is not the pair of almost plant-like creatures sitting at the far end of the hall, but the pale-skinned, raven-haired woman who sits by their side completely in the nude. She smiles as she sits up straight in her chair as they approach - and speaks in a strange, harsh tongue.

"It's fine." her master tells the girl. "I can speak english. So, you're the interpreter?"

"I-is that so... I thought..." she recovers quickly from her mistake, and bows to the vortex and to Daphnee. "Indeed. My name is Susanne Tsuya. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.". She then motions to the two behind her. "These two gents are Masters Ikne and Toua, finance controller and contract lawyer, respectively. I will be translating for you."

The thing behind her, a mass of living vines with a fearsome jaw set into a mass of lurid, eye-catching flowers speaks - the eye stalks now focusing on Daphnee, and their interpreter nods when he's done. The other monster is a squat, denser version whose posture reminded her of a potted bush with razor-like tendrils and barbs waving in the air remains silent.

"The finance controller wishes to let you know that we've audited the income from your previous performance, and wish to provide you with your share of the income, as agreed upon in your contract." she explains. "I take it you'd like to look over the paperwork and accept your funds now?"

Similarly to the meeting room before, the table is equipped with those convenient display projectors that her owner nods and pulls up, and a rather large income expenses file is shown. Again, the 'finance controller' speaks, and his interpreter translates his speech.

"Please look over these files, then if you find no issues, sign here to indicate that you accept that there are no problems with this audit." she explains. "And if you do find any issues or have questions, please let us know."

The audit papers are shown on the screen, with onscreen prompts for her to touch and follow, each 'income' segment being divided among the shareholders and others marked off as salaries to workers and stage staff. A separate column on the audit papers marked a portion of these profits paid directly to Daphnee. It was quite the well-funded operation, to be sure. No wonder the guests at the avenue were so well-behaved...

Things are a bit different this time around. Notably standing erect offered Daphnee a different perspective as they traveled along. Even the aliens seemed different. Shorter, well that was a matter of perspective. She caught more than one of them shooting her glances. If they were human she may have thought that they were giving her a double take. It was hard to believe that it would have been missed by her Master given the multitude of eyes that he had. She didn't think that her station would have attempted this on the sly. Rather Daphnee considered that they were attempting to make sense out of the change that they had been used to.

She filed all this away for the time being. Soon she was distracted when she met with their guests. At first she was confused, seeing the naked human she first thought she was one of the near human species in the galaxy seeing how rare humans were among the stars. It soon occurred to her that this indeed was a human, her nakedness marked her as a status symbol, a slave.

Versed in the role of interpreter and sex slave. Daphnee had yet to learn a third language. She picked up a handful of words and could read a few symbols. Most of that had been useless other than the few written words in galactic basic that marked instruments when she was learning to pilot ships.

The lawyer remained silent but attentive. The contract negotiator spelled out terms that she had thought had been meant for her Master until her attention focused on the agreements. All that legalese had been well above her head. Yet Daphnee got the gist of it, green eyes skimming over the translated text.

Daphnee didn't know the value of a galactic credit but from the figures she saw she could tell that she had been paid more than the workers and even some of the shareholders. Some were making far more than she given the amount of shares they had. Of course they paid a greater share of the bills too.

“These figures aren't wrong are they?” Not that she was complaining or even knew what a good wage was. She considered for a small moment. Normally she wasn't so inclined but seeing how she had all this money that she didn't need she got to thinking.

“I believe we could increase these numbers for our shareholders. How much would it cost to lease your slave?” Surely their had to be robotic translators or programs so the presence of another human had to be about status.

Now what would crowds think about having two slaves? Or watching a pair of them? She didn't have all the details worked out but if she was getting this much attention then certainly it could be more. She didn't know for certain if this appeal was based on her willingness. If so she could always keep the other away from the main act if she wasn't as willing. Of course she had little idea of how things worked. She could always purchase her own male slaves. Hm, maybe some of the fans would like that. Another thought to ponder.

“Everything looks good to me.” She lied somewhat. While it look good she didn't follow many of the details and break down of funds. As it was she had been surprised she was even getting a stipend so she figured she'd put it to use in investing in her own act.

“These figures aren't wrong are they?” she asked, and for the first time since their meeting, the squat, bush-like creature spoke. Not in a language she could understand, but the interpreter nodded and turned her eyes to Daphnee.

"Master Toua says that these audits have been independently verified by our accountants, and if something does turn up wrong, I'll wear a fool cap."

The vortex let out a bemused chuckle at the contract lawyer's declaration, and the finance controller chimed in with something as well, the jaws opening ever so slightly to reveal a trio of black eyes mounted on threadlike tentacles.

"And independently verified from myself as well." the translator adds.

"Looking this over, I see no problems as well." the vortex nodded. "With agreement on three sides, I believe we can move on to the next phase of this meeting."

It doesn't take much time, but as the vortex, and the guests worked out the final details, the nude translator flashed a smile at Daphnee.

"With that out of the way, is there anything you'd like to add?" her owner asked Daphnee.

“I believe we could increase these numbers for our shareholders. How much would it cost to lease your slave?”

At this, Tsuya blushes, and her owner speaks. A few moments later, she translates it.

"Master Ikne says I am not for lease for a very specific reason. See, it's not that he bought me - I sold myself to him." she explains. "And he offered a very reasonable purchase contract. I'm allowed to refuse to anything I feel is something I can't handle."

"Oh?" the vortex leaned forwards slightly. "Do you have a size preference?"

"Well, I can take anything reasonable, but I'm... actually rather prone to the effects of narcotic drugs." she admits. "And some of the guests on the auctions have natural body products which work as extremely potent pleasure drugs on us. If I were to get addicted, it'd be an issue for my master, and our work together. Still, if the pleasure drugs aren't a thing..."

Her voice trails off, but it's obvious that she's thinking about it.

"It's quite amazing, but Daphnee here is quite resistant to those things. Did you know that she took three doses of Relytid cum and still was able to keep standing?"

At this, the surprise is palpable in their bodies while the translator's eyes widen just a little as she explains what had happened to the guests.

"Amazing." she breathes out. "If that were me, I'd be out like a light after the first hit, then chasing after him for days, weeks on end for my fix."

The meeting continues, with Daphnee being asked to look over documents and verify them once she was satisfied that there were no issues. Each payment was confirmed received, and she watched as her bank account's balance continued to rise with each transaction until the entire first, second and final auction were accounted for, with all stipends and incomes on her end transferred for her use.

“Everything looks good to me.” she finally said, and the contract lawyer nodded as he digitally signed the master file and pointed out where she should acknowledge that the payments had been received.

"You look like you've been thinking about something." her master speaks to her. "I'm sure we'd like to hear what you have in mind. Go on."

“I'm not too keen on narcotics as well,” she admits. Daphnee's physiology isn't much different than a human. She had just a touch of alien DNA to repair a prior injury but other than strengthening her jaw and allowing her to pass the bio locks of a particular alien vessel it did little. Slimer's meditative techniques helped her at times even if she only used them as a last resort.

Was Relytid cum that potent? Perhaps those techniques were stronger than she realized. That or she had built up a great deal of stamina. She did have cravings. Yet no drive to seek out that blue alien as if he were a siren. Of course her cravings made her partial for future encounters and she could see just how easy it would be to get wrapped up in the cycle of addiction.

She wondered at how slave holders dealt with that. Among sex clubs and other auctions owners must have a means to counter the effect or more likely to replicate it to keep their slaves hooked. In fact an addicted slave would be less likely to escape or a handful if stolen she imagined. Daphnee also considered that a free human in a galaxy full of aliens would have other challenges.

The slave did consider things and Daphnee let those wheels spin as they continued to conduct business. All three of the aliens agreed that things looked good and she signed her name to the documents running her finger over the screen to sign digitally.

When asked what she had been thinking she considered for a moment. The pause brought her attention back to the slave which she looked over before turning her attention to her Master after glancing at the plants.

“Well, two is better than one. I was thinking more of a pre-show, a tease so to speak. After getting the crowd riled up we can transition into the normal show. Maybe even concluding with one lucky attendant getting the pair of us at conclusion. Either by random or ...” she glanced back at the slave looking her over once more “... by selection. The other slave might not even get penetrated but participate. Getting the audience member or me ready, making more of a show of things.

“Just some random thoughts. I'll have to make time at some point to attend a slave auction. Oh, maybe I can host one. Kill two birds with one stone so to speak. The slave auction opens to my own. I'm just babbling. I have all these unexpected credits to spend. Even with upkeep, advertisement an such it looks like I have quit a bit.” That assumed that things didn't coast a great deal too. For all she knew a month's lodgings could deplete a huge chunk of her assets. Something told her that this wasn't the case.

“Well, two is better than one. I was thinking more of a pre-show, a tease so to speak. After getting the crowd riled up we can transition into the normal show. Maybe even concluding with one lucky attendant getting the pair of us at conclusion. Either by random or ...” she glanced back at the slave looking her over once more “... by selection. The other slave might not even get penetrated but participate. Getting the audience member or me ready, making more of a show of things."

If the wheels in the nude translator's head were spinning at first, as Daphnee continued to explain her idea, the girl's hand moved slowly - subtly to her nethers as she took a deep breath, clearly visualizing what would happen to her. Despite the risk of addiction, it was obvious that the girl found this idea to be rather arousing.

“Just some random thoughts. I'll have to make time at some point to attend a slave auction. Oh, maybe I can host one. Kill two birds with one stone so to speak. The slave auction opens to my own. I'm just babbling. I have all these unexpected credits to spend. Even with upkeep, advertisement an such it looks like I have quit a bit.”

"And don't forget..." Daphnee's owner spoke, tapping a particularly large transaction appended at the end. "The full fee for your 24-hour stay. 75,000 credits, to the letter. I trust you're satisfied fully with the finances?"

For her performance at the avenue - along with her 24-hour lease, Daphnee had effectively made well over half a million credits. As she authorized the trade, her account was credited and the finance controller let out a satisfied grunt. The second, shorter creature conversed with the translator, and after a moment, Tsuya began to speak.

"Master Toua wishes to know if you intend to buy or rent slaves for yourself for your endeavor." she translates for the stout, plant-like alien. "And if that is the case, he says he has some ideas and recommendations that could make your next performance even more of a success than it is."

Daphnee found that her words created the imagery for the slave before her. From her own paranoia she became more observant. She developed instincts, sometimes sensing when things went amiss. She had no more talent than anyone else in that realm but had learned to trust her instincts. From her time at Shokushu she was more on edge. Not that it made much of a difference on most occasions.

She traced the minute movements of the slave and knew that she was thinking about things. Options were opened, chances of addiction were lower or non existent. Rather than attempt to sell the idea she let that marinate as she continued. Her ideas coming at her Daphnee announced them. Reality would shape what could and couldn't be done when it came down to it as far as she was concerned.

Her attention brought back to her funds by her Master she nodded. “More than satisfied.” She didn't break down her own expenses, travel, food, clothing and such but she figured that she had more than enough. Still high numbers didn't equate to wealth. Certain currencies sounded like a lot but where actually of little value when exchanged. She had her gut instincts to go by, the auction for her indicating that good money was paid for her. And since there was no exchange from these credits to a dollar amount she couldn't say just how much a credit equated to. But as far as she could tell the credit was standard, her currency would probably have no value. Just how much buying power did a single credit have? Well, she'd have to read up on that later. All in all she figured she had a good amount.

Daphnee thought about the question she was asked for a moment. “Either has benefits. Getting them myself would allow me to select for the qualities I'm after. However, having arrangements taken care of for me is probably better. You'd be better attuned in gathering those with greater appeal to audiences while giving me more time to work on performances, meeting with fans and so on.”

She smiled. “Would you take care of that for me? No rush, my current contract is still ongoing.” It had occurred to her that she didn't know how much time remained on her contract. Nor had she checked once all this time.

“Slaves from Earth would be the easiest to work with. Even if I don't know their culture it will be easier to understand an adapt to. However, it is not necessary that they come from there as long as I can communicate with them I'm sure we can figure things out.”

"Good to know, because purebred slaves from earth are either premium goods, or self-sale contractors." her owner spoke, gently running a slick tendril up the nape of her neck. "Just like you."

"Being a self-sale contractor isn't so bad." the translator admits. "I'm lucky I had Master Toua advise me on writing the fine print. I figure if you know what you're doing and sell yourself to someone who's reputable enough, you'll be alright. Master Ikne was quite understanding of my propensity to get addicted, and has ensured that I am not snared by such things. Worst comes to worst and something does happen, I also have this amazing medical plan all lined up."

The conversation continued until the matter of purchasing and rental of slaves came up.

“Would you take care of that for me? No rush, my current contract is still ongoing.” she had asked of him, and he responded.

"Yes, that can be arranged." her owner spoke, then turned his attention to the three guests. "Now, will there be anything else?"

The squat thing gurgled out something long, and Tsuya translated it.

"We will return tomorrow, should it be pleasing to you, sir." she spoke. "And should you require our services in drafting contracts and adjustments to any existing contracts, do let us know."

"Yes, I'm sure Daphnee here would be very interested in having some experience in drafting her own contracts."

Another series of gurgles.

"We shall not fail you." Tsuya finishes.

Once more, the squat, bush-like creature's maw moves - more of a bubbling gurgle to the untrained ear, but there is a pattern to it. It's definitely a spoken language.

"Master Toua wishes to ask you for a boon, my lord." Tsuya chimes in. "He wishes to experience Ms. Daphnee for a moment."

"Is that so..." her owner considers this for a moment, then the eyes turn to face Daphnee. "So, what say you? How much should we collect from him for this?"

Slowly more knowledge found it's way to Daphnee. Pure breed humans were something special. Yet back home humans ranged in the billions. She reasoned that even that would be a small number in all of the universe. Still there must have been reasons that thwarted an invasion of her world. Remoteness? Cost? It could be as simple as flooding the market lowering the price of humans in general. DeBeers did that with diamonds along with several marketing campaigns to incite people to buy them.

She considered all this for a moment. “Premium goods ...” she gave a small smile as the slave explained some of the finer contract details. She considers for some time taking in what she could of the scene. While aliens were well alien and tough to read most of the time Daphnee had a better time with humans. Especially serving as a Prefect. It had been her task to sort through the clues since most of the students weren't forthcoming to the head girls and prefects.

“Has a slave owned slaves before or had others leased beneath them?” She asks more out of curiosity. She couldn't have been the only one to think of it. Maybe she was, after all what use did a slave have with their own slave?

A tentacle rubbing at the back of her neck. That burbling voice was a language for sure. Daphnee could pick out a pattern even if she was unaware what those words were. Writing her own contracts would be a matter for another time. Turning her attention to the stout plant she carefully looked Tousa over. In what must have been two or three seconds.

Then she addressed her Master. “Well I'm under contract with you so unless our time has expired I would have no say if that was your wish. As for what you could get in return that is solely up to you. There were no terms of me getting a cut of what you make if you chose to sell some of your time off to others.” She had not thought of that during their negotiations. He could have had her working at a sex club pimping her out all the while. Clearly he could have made his money back if that was the case.

Not that she minded. Their deal had been made. In the future she probably wouldn't include such terms either. She might tweak them allowing her to refuse certain beings if that were the case more out of medical reasons. “The question becomes what do you think I am worth?”

Again she gazed at Tousa sizing him up for what may come. It was tough figuring out aliens. Most of her dealings had been with mammals. Some reptiles and slimes. She couldn't recall any plant-like creatures that were sure to be on another wave length. Then there was the matter of what he meant by a moment. Some trees lived hundreds of years so what did they consider a moment?

“Has a slave owned slaves before or had others leased beneath them?” Daphnee asked.

"It's not really unheard of - but ultimately, regardless of who you take up work with, you still work for us." her owner explained. "That's why I'd recommend reading through the contracts before you sign anything."

“Well I'm under contract with you so unless our time has expired I would have no say if that was your wish. As for what you could get in return that is solely up to you. There were no terms of me getting a cut of what you make if you chose to sell some of your time off to others.”

"Time is indeed money. Don't worry, though - I'm sure he understands that the terms of our original contract are to be followed, as is our standard." her owner gives her an approving nod. "Besides, I wouldn't really make you work too hard, though. I'd rather once you rent a luxury bungalow at a resort planet and enjoy what you've earned for a week or so. Really unwind and relax after all your hard work all this time."

Once he had finished speaking, Daphne spoke to her prospective client. “The question becomes what do you think I am worth?”

His translator nodded and relayed Daphnee's words to the creature. It moved to open its chest cavity up, removing what looked like one of the Dorm's access cards - unassuming and dark blue with a golden-rose stripe on one of its sides. The card is swiped across a data panel on the glowing table, and 56100/56100 is displayed on the screen, along with the familiar transfer screen she had seen from the living quarters of her owner.

"... everything in his account, then." the girl that was doing the translation whistles out.

The creature's eyes focused on her, the ropy tentacles emerging from the crown of its head moving - almost looking as if it was watching her hands.

Perhaps a small brake was in order. Her short term absence could promote ticket sales too. Daphnee was all too aware that if too much time elapsed people may move on to the next big thing. It was tough staying relevant, at least that was how she witnessed things back on Earth.

She imagine the insides of the plant were mostly hollow as Tousa produced that card. Or at least that was one area that was so. She stored that information figuring that that spot wouldn't be sensitive to any advances she made on it. The tendrils that came out of his head were probably another matter.

Reading that figure Daphnee rubbed her chin as if in thought. Then she held up an index finger. “One amendment.” She paused for effect. Then hooked her thumb in the direction of the slave. “She has to be there.”

It was practical since there was the language barrier. Though she said nothing of her participating. If that happened then it happened. Outside of an audience the other slave might get a taste of what Daphnee had in mind for her future shows. Any way it would be a way for her to try out things and see if she'd be interested in them. Saves the trouble of getting other slaves for now.

If they were in agreement or some other translation was supplied she would authorize the transfer

“I couldn't follow instructions otherwise.” There was only so much that could be relaid through pantomime. There could be translators or devices, the slave may have been a status symbol. “If we are in agreement then let's get started.”

She stood. Smiled and approached. A hand stroking along one of those extensions from the crown of Tousa's head. Her other hand reached out to him to help him up. Her eyes sweeping down his body taking him in, processing what she could. Whether here or in private somewhere hadn't been discussed so she left it open to him to make that move. Few of the aliens she had encountered seemed to be the private sort. It could have been a human trait for privacy.

“One amendment.” She paused for effect. Then hooked her thumb in the direction of the slave. “She has to be there.”

"Uh...me?" Tsuya blurts out.

"Well, she didn't tell you to participate." Daphnee's owner comes to her rescue. "I believe it's because there's a bit of a language barrier and it'd be a little hard for her to pleasure him fully. It's something I've observed myself during her stage shows - Daphnee prefers to have verbal contact with her clients. But if you're interested..."

"Uh... yes. Of course." Tsuya nods after exchanging words with the plant-like creature who would be taking Daphnee. "Yeah, if I'm just watching, that's fine." Her cute pink nipples had gone erect now as she eyed the contract lawyer.

The agreement was authorized with her owner, the translator and the finance officer as witnesses, and the money was transferred to Daphnee's account. Once the transfer was confirmed, her owner sat back to watch. The financial officer bows to the vortex and speaks in a tone that implied complete subservience and the two of them stepped aside while Tsuya sat down, her legs pressed tightly together as she watched the creature known as Master Ikne open up to reveal more of those pockets, from which sharp, blade-tipped tentacles carefully removed other personal objects from it's body before it reared up to reveal how misleadingly large it was despite its original posture. As vines spread from the center, it revealed a verdant green center lined with throbbing ducts that slowly worked itself to erection. Despite the fact that the creature had no notable eyes, it followed Daphnee's movements precisely.

As she approached, the creature let out a confused gurgle of what sounded like voices. Again, there was a pattern to it - but with no way to pick out words...

"Oh. He's a bit nervous about doing it right here with you. He wishes to take you to his quarters." the translator explains as she stands up.