Lunch was plain. Sandwiches, salad, an apple. It was. . . disappointing to go to such a plain meal after the morning I’d been through. Innu was waiting for me in the caf, and gave a playful grope and bise to Goldpenny before the gold-uniformed ponyslave went on her own way. Knowing that gold was labor, I was curious what her job was.
I had been lucky to have such good interactions so far. It turns out that not every owner and slave is as nice as the ones I had met, and the differences in discipline, training styles, and personalities of owners leads to its own class system within the Facility. Most slaves minimize their interactions with slaves from rival owners, either on the command of the owner or just out of social habit.
Pandora, for example, has a distaste for Doctor Hybert. So outside of things like lessons and medical care, we just tend not to hang out with his dolls. On the other hand, she is intrigued by Sarah, who offers her slaves a lot of liberty, and since they both to be liberal-minded, we tend to get along with Sarah’s slaves pretty well.
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