September kept sneaking peeks at the three of us. I could feel her stares as if they were hands on my skin."I couldn't help but notice all of these ar... supplies," asked Jacqueline, trying to look away from the nudity, "but are you an artist or, ah, something?" Yes, I am," announced Kelly beaming with pride. "I am currently working on a project for a good friend of mine. We're doing a series of nudes. Jill and Joe are my models." Oh, I see," abashed Jacqueline. "I would be so embarrassed to pose. "Are you OK dude?" Wendy asked."Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I asked."You just look sweaty and nervous, do you have a hard on bro?" Wendy asked.I was extra nervous then."It's OK, it's normal to get a hard on even if I'm your sister, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, you are just admiring a work of art," Wendy said."OK then, yeah I got a hard on," I replied."It's OK bro, I still love you, hell it's a compliment to me," Wendy said."I love you too," I replied.So I continued drawing her, and it was. Those responsible for us needed us tounderstand they were ready to put themselves in harm's way to protectus. They had to trust us to do as we were told to make it easier toprotect us. And that meant following directions without question.Were we slaves? To a degree, Yes. But we were willing slaves I realized.Anyone of us could just up and walk out at any time. But then wherewould we be? Homeless, living on the streets selling ourselves to getmoney to eat.We'd be worse off than here, and I could. She is mingling around the party socialising, meeting people that she hasn?t seen in a while, meeting a couple of new agents for possible acting roles, etc. During the course of the evening she has consumed a few drinks, nursing them so that she doesn?t end up making a fool of herself, unlike some of the other people are doing these days. After a while she notices that she has a run in her hose; one of the ladies that she was chatting with earlier in the evening notices Yasmine?s distress. The.