" Amidst all the shopping, I had nearly forgotten that thiswasn't just about being a woman, but being a bride. Jenny's bride.Jenny prepped me on infor...ation about my wedding dress and otherdetails of our wedding. I needed to know this information in case theattendants asked any questions. After all, a bride knows everythingabout her wedding and doesn't forget a detail. I was a bundle of nervesas I listened to Jenny and tried to remember as much as I could. Imanaged to get a lot of the details,. Sure, I knew deep down inside that it was not that big of a deal. It only paid a few bucks over the minimum wage but it meant I could pay my rent and buy my own food now. Besides the guy told me I could get a fifteen percent raise if I lasted six months and that was something to look forward to.As I understood it, all I had to do was read a lot of sleazy content from writers with very little imagination except to where it involved erotic material and that was just fine with me because I loved. I look down at my body: naked, save for a black thong.“Good, you're up,” says a deep woman's voice. I lift my arms to cover my breasts. “I'm sorry we have to meet like this, Marna. Byron's orders.”“You work for Bolvek? Where the hell am I?”“The Tattered City, of course. You were coming here anyway. We helped you out.”I get a good look at her: long, black hair, eyeglasses, a plaid button-down shirt. About my age.She looks me over – my outstretched legs, bare everything – and I'm suddenly aware. Raj was sitting on the bed reading something.After few minutes Namrata walked in and saw me working. She gave a wicked smile and went to the cupboard. She tookout something from the cupboard and then went to the bathroom. When she came back she was looking like a slut. She was wearing a mini skirt and a tight white shirt with top buttons open.She turned towards Raj and asked him how she looked. Raj looked at her from top to bottom and was awestruck. All he could say utter was ” You look.