Now we MUST goes - you CAN'T be late!"When they entered the great hall, Alexa began to feel very nervous. The room was far from silent. She walked pas... the sea of staring faces, ignoring the slaves' whispered comments on her chosen garment and knelt as she had been instructed earlier by master Imran. Véronique was kneeling just behind to her left. Alexa looked up at her future master. He was struggling to contain a broad grin and was evidently delighted by her attire - that had been the whole. It was strangely modern-sounding music for a harpsichord. Infact, it sounded like--Motown! ("Stop in the Name of Love," to beexact.) He slowly, cautiously opened the door (yet more creaking and squealing)and looked in. It was another torchlit hall, with this difference: it was inhabited. Gatheredaround a big harpsichord in the middle of the hall, or lounging on couches,or dancing together, were thirty or more stunningly beautiful young women.They had blond hair, brown hair, red hair. They were. This allowed her to appear in many photo shoots pretending to be a much younger girl than her 23 years. Very occasionally she would wonder about the ethics of starting a shoot in a junior high school uniform and ending up pretending to masturbate on a classroom desk. But she was getting paid, and modeling was her dream job, so the thought lingered only vaguely before disappearing.So, today was her first day to appear in a video shoot. She received the brief in the morning from the photographer.. Erin and Jess then picked up the two small spheres and placed them over Kelly’s wrists, which she made into fists. Using two small padlocks, Earn and Jess locked the wrist mitts onto both of Kelly’s hands. Erin then picked up the larger sphere and pulled it over Kelly’s head, locking it in the same way as the wrists mitts but this time, around Kelly’s neck.?Are you okay Kelly,? asked Erin??Fine thanks Erin,? replied Kelly in a slightly muffled response as the two girls helped a strange locking.