I made my way trough the torrent of tourists, tournament enthusiasts and pickpockets, used my pass on the scanner and entered the fancy, air condition...d building that housed the registration office.The cut off period was noon today and so only one lone, but nonetheless very cute girl was still manning the desk. Despite my tardiness, she welcomed me with a cheerful smile. “Hello Cutie, are you here to enter the great Rasheul slave tournament?”I nodded in confirmation and showed the receptionist. I asked about the difficulty and she said her legs hurt.‘You had kept your legs in weird pose while sleeping. That’s why. Should I apply something for you?’, I asked rather innocently, but I guess my love for her feet inspired it. She rejected out of formality, but then yielded to my offer. I occupied the bed on her front and started a conversation with her, while slowly massaging her feet. Oh, the feels. Her legs were soft as silk.As always, our conversations steered from movies to health to. He guided her up to a secondfloor room and took her inside, locking the door behind him."Have as seat." he said, and Ashley flopped down on thesofa. She looked around but she didn't remember this place, but she'd beenmoved around so much that wasn't strange."Drink?" he asked.Ashley shrugged. "Sure."He made two drinks. Again, fruit juice and something else withlots of ice, and he sat down on the sofa next to her.He took a sip of his drink and laughed. "You know what thismust look like?" he asked. She just gave me another grin and walked around the corner away from the girl running the check out counter, once Tina was out of sight she bent over to look at a video and as she did so her skirt rode up showing just the barest hint of ass, giving her friends quite a view. One of the guys was on as cell phone talking to someone but his buddies were staring like a pack of wild dogs. Tina went to put the video back on the shelf but missed and dropped it on the ground. She looked back to see who.