I wandered into the large room, listening to the murmuring going on all around me. There was a large slave mover being wheeled into the room with a spread-eagled man bound to it. I watched as his covered head moved slowly back and forth, as if he were trying to discern the various sounds in the room.

I was there under false pretenses. I was an escapee, hoping to avoid detection by posing as a mistress looking for a slave. The focus of my search was for my sister. I knew she had been captured and brought here for fun. I was determined to finder her and help her escape. I smiled and nodded to the other masters and mistresses, all the while holding my breath until each one of them nodded back and returned their attentions to their captives.

After a search around the room, I strolled back along the passageway to the grounds outside. Maybe she was out there...