The slaves position your body for display, showing off your muscles, buttocks, face, thighs, and even opening your mouth to showcase your teeth to the audience below.

So this is how it feels to be treated as merchandise, the daily experience these women endure...

Before you can reflect further, Jalila announces loudly -

"And this noble gentleman's client shall be..."

Simply arranging for you to serve clients has given Jalila immense satisfaction. Everyone who enjoys you must pay her while she stands nearby directing them how to squeeze, pinch, and extract more pleasurable sounds from your throat.

When the crowd suggests she take a turn with you, Jalila laughs, pulling several gold coins from her belt and tossing them before you.

"Very well, I'll try him too. However... I don't personally discipline new pets. Instead, I can teach you - this novice servant - the arts of whipping, tormenting, and control... Would you care to learn this profound craft?"

She stares into your eyes... This queen isn't awaiting your answer but judging whether you're worthy of her instruction.

You pass her assessment.

She approves of your qualifications - your outward submission, the defiance in your eyes, and that aristocratic quality your status can't erase...

She casually summons a respected elderly nobleman, making him kneel before you both, then patiently demonstrates how to properly torment him.

"Grasp both nipples together... Yes, exactly like that, now pull - harder - don't worry about tearing them, they're more resilient than you'd think - "

Both you and the old nobleman pretend not to recognize each other, while desperately trying to forget your inevitable future encounters at court.

"See that? Hard as a common mutt, the wretch. Nobody permitted his excitement, yet he can't control himself. I wonder if he presents himself to the Sultan in this condition," Jalila observes with interest before teaching you whip techniques, the proper use of certain... implements and clamps... and rope work.

The audience watches, fascinated; many decide that once this game concludes, they'll pay handsomely for private sessions with Jalila. You've gained tremendously from this lesson... perhaps more than you yet realize.

By the end, the nobleman stains the floor, gasping for breath. You're drenched with sweat; discipline is more taxing than anticipated. Jalila, pleased with your performance, jokingly invites you to seek employment at the House of Delights anytime.

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Survival) + Tag Count (Stealth) ≥ (3, 5)

You fail the queen's test. Under her penetrating gaze, you instinctively cower like prey before a predator. If the Sultan's gaze is cold and dangerous, Jalila's cuts through your skin, exposing your basest desires and bending you with shame.

She sneers, delivering a thorough whipping. While not entirely unpleasant... you know she had planned to teach you something far more interesting.

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Survival) + Tag Count (Stealth) < (3, 5)

Result:

• Adjust Equipment of Slot #2: Add Injured

Clients come and go throughout the day... Eventually you collapse on stage, utterly spent, filthy and sticky with various fluids, clothes torn to rags. You look like a discarded plaything while everyone watching appears more dignified than you. The physical abuse would be bad enough, but having your pride repeatedly ground beneath their heels is worse. Your former self could never have imagined such torment - yet for the women who work here, this suffering is merely routine.

Jalila stands over you, lightly flicking her whip across your skin. From your feeble response, she determines you can "work" no more.

"That concludes our entertainment for today! Distinguished guests and worthless dogs alike - did you enjoy yourselves?"

The audience roars with approval.

You drift into unconsciousness from exhaustion... When you awaken, you're in your mansion bedroom, thoroughly cleaned, with your "earnings" placed beside you.

By unspoken agreement, no one ever mentions this game again.

Result:

• Adjust Tag (lock_85) of Slot #4: Remove 1
• Coins: 3

Action:

• Rite: Master of Revels