Are we set?Yeah. Go ahead.Ah, alright ... er- MT012041- um, 01233FC, wake up, or turn on, or whatever. Time to get up-Renee gasped and blinked away th... shadows. Her chest heaved as she inhaled the air greedily. The blood was pounding in her head and she couldn't get enough air.The room inched into focus.She lay naked under a dark blue comforter. Her curly hair left a damp patch on the pillow as she sat up and faced the two boys staring at her, eyes wide.And they are boys, she thought. They. She was back in less than a minute. This plate she carried was slightly larger and much thicker. She handed it to him and he studied it carefully. He didn’t find any notable faults. “This one should work. Do you want it for air or water?” he asked.“Make that one for open air. Will I be able to control it?” she asked.“Yes, I set it up so you can tell it to get warmer or cooler. It also has a limit on how hot it can get so it won’t start any fires.” He handed her the stone that had just a hint of. There were daily Chapel sessions that Kat had to attend, assignments that were as laborious as they were pointless, and teachers that were more concerned with clocking out at 2:30 PM then delivering a half-decent education. Kat, of course, was one of the few girls the School took genuine interest in, although it wasn’t her preferred kind. Katija was a first-generation immigrant from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, struggling to gain the necessary academic credits (and cash) to study engineering. I had met him a few times and had never seen him in any mood other than chipper. I shuffled with some papers for no reason at all and drank the wine I was so thankful to have. It was time to open the doors to the entrance room we were set up in. This room led to three others that held a variety of slaves looking to be owned. Soon some of the most powerful and intimidating Doms would be walking up to my table, wanting a breakdown of the slaves and subs waiting for them. Harry teased me a little.