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Zara, Sector Zero, Planet Occeron, Omega Dome
I looked out over the crowd that gathered at my feet, stared beyond the stage I’d been chained to like a pagan offering to the gods, and saw nothing familiar. Nothing clean. Nothing that gave me the slightest bit of hope.
I’d thought the desert tent planet was different, but this? This was where… Mad Max met the shady cantina in Star Wars. I felt like Princess Leia before Jabba the Hut, but instead of the gold bikini, I wore an ugly brown pair of pants and tunic that covered me from shoulders to knees. It effectively hid the line of the chain that dangled between my breasts, and the darker rose of my n*****s. I was naked beneath. I’d never been modest, but I was grateful to be covered. It would appear that Bertok wasn’t selling me for s*x.
