The place Jade had brought them to is a modern-looking building, all steel and glass and cold marble flooring. The lobby is well-lit but mostly empty; the lone receptionist is conversing with someone in low tones. Jade ignores them, leading the two of them down a sweeping staircase into the basement floor.
There are a few more people there. Jade takes a moment to make sure Shinjirou's collar is clearly visible before he goes to speak with a uniformed staff to sign in - with an identification number, names are rarely used in these sorts of gatherings. It only takes a few seconds before they're allowed to proceed into a function hall.
They've arrived early, so the hall is mostly devoid of guests. But there's still plenty of frantic bustle going on, with hired staff and slaves busy laying out food and drink, while some people, like Jade, are preparing their slaves for the night ahead. They're mostly scattered around the sides of the hall, in discreet but still easily-accessible locations. Some of the slaves are simply collared and chained like a dog outside its kennel; a few are completely immobilized, their skin half-hidden by ropes and silks; fewer still are placed in even more elaborate setups. Just from a glance, Jade can see a slave tied to a post, his back bared and waiting for a whip, while on the other side of the room there's a slave lying rigidly on a bench, surrounded by unlighted candles and bowls of heated wax.
Jade gives Shinjirou little time to look, bringing him directly to their assigned station. There's a short, cushioned bench there, as he had requested, along with a spreader bar and some rope. And plenty of lube, of course.
He sets his own bag onto the ground, retrieving a small box. "Strip," he orders. "Then get onto your knees and lie across the bench."
Shinjirou is probably nervous. He hadn't told him just how large the party would be, after all, or that there would be other slaves around. Jade doesn't pre-emptively reassure him; he's more interested in how Shinjirou reacts. Who knows, perhaps he might not even need reassuring.
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There are a few more people there. Jade takes a moment to make sure Shinjirou's collar is clearly visible before he goes to speak with a uniformed staff to sign in - with an identification number, names are rarely used in these sorts of gatherings. It only takes a few seconds before they're allowed to proceed into a function hall.
They've arrived early, so the hall is mostly devoid of guests. But there's still plenty of frantic bustle going on, with hired staff and slaves busy laying out food and drink, while some people, like Jade, are preparing their slaves for the night ahead. They're mostly scattered around the sides of the hall, in discreet but still easily-accessible locations. Some of the slaves are simply collared and chained like a dog outside its kennel; a few are completely immobilized, their skin half-hidden by ropes and silks; fewer still are placed in even more elaborate setups. Just from a glance, Jade can see a slave tied to a post, his back bared and waiting for a whip, while on the other side of the room there's a slave lying rigidly on a bench, surrounded by unlighted candles and bowls of heated wax.
Jade gives Shinjirou little time to look, bringing him directly to their assigned station. There's a short, cushioned bench there, as he had requested, along with a spreader bar and some rope. And plenty of lube, of course.
He sets his own bag onto the ground, retrieving a small box. "Strip," he orders. "Then get onto your knees and lie across the bench."
Shinjirou is probably nervous. He hadn't told him just how large the party would be, after all, or that there would be other slaves around. Jade doesn't pre-emptively reassure him; he's more interested in how Shinjirou reacts. Who knows, perhaps he might not even need reassuring.