She grew her nails long, and designs were tattoed on her hands with mehndi. Nandini loved being a woman.Late in the night one day, her Guruji called h...r to his hut. With her hands joined to her chest, she entered. The prayer room was dark, and the only light came from the bedroom. This was the only hut that had a separate bedroom. Her Guruji came out of the room and greeted her with a warm smile.“Ah, Nandini. Looking beautiful, as always,” he said, and Nandini blushed.Even now, the sage. Dakota sold everything she could and was able to buy a one-way ticket back home.Now, she was alone on the bus, sitting near the back, and ashamed of her foolish mistakes and bad judgment. She watched other people board, mostly college students, young couples, and one family. The bus wasn’t full, but there was a decent number of people. She looked out the window as it pulled out. There were dark clouds forming in the sky. A storm was lurking and they were headed right for it.The bus made its. It was an hour from bed time when she got back in still dressed nice and there was a man with her. He was tall like my dad but had black hair and was wearing a suit. Mom introduced the man as Mr. Delauter but kept calling him Mark. He was polite but I don’t think I said more than ‘hello’ to him. Mom brought a man home, a sober functioning man, and there wasn’t a bottle in sight. I saw the new man more often and he was polite with me when we were in each other’s presence but I kept my distance,. "Sakura, you're not going to enslave who I think you're going to enslave are you?" Kakashi asked with a raised eyebrow. "Maaaaaaybe," she said with a coy smile. Kakashi sighed again, sadly there was nothing he could do but try to talk her out of it and he knew better than to try with Sakura, he'd have a better chance talking a brick wall into falling or Naruto into eating vegetables.Kakashi rummaged through his desk and found the slavery contract. "Here you go, Sakura, when you get your slave.