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“This will go quicker if you don’t interrupt.”  Amber nodded.  “There’s no getting around
the first part of what you need to know.  You’re a captive.  You were taken from your own
world and brought here to be a slave.”  He paused, giving her a chance to respond.  When
she didn’t, he nodded and continued.  “There is no way for you to return to your world.  I
suppose it’s physically possible, but with your loss of memory, there’d be no point. 
It’ll be as foreign to you as this world is.  The life you once knew is gone and can never
be regained.  The amnesia is permanent.  It was, in fact, induced.  When you were brought
here, you were given a potion that erased your memories and put you to sleep.
“This world is called Destran.  You’re in the Helshenti Empire.  I won’t bore you with
the political details, you won’t have any need of that information.  What you do need to
know is that you’re in the house of Grantlo.  Thabian Y’Grantlo is the Lord of the house
and holds absolute power over you.  If he gives one word, you would be killed.
“House Grantlo trains slaves.  More to the point, we train sex slaves.”  Again he paused
as her eyes opened wide and she choked on a piece of cheese.  He watched her force herself
to stay quiet.  He smiled at her self control.  The report from the Venturer indicated
that she was capable of being very focused.  “The Helshenti Empire doesn’t have need of
slaves to do things like heavy lifting.  We have long since mastered the arts of magic for
such mundane purposes.  Slaves, then, are for more sedate purposes, things that can’t be
accomplished by magic.  Pleasure is one of those purposes.  House Grantlo trains the best
sex slaves in the empire.  You’re destined to be one of the best, if you accept your
fate.”