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Slavery. That word doesn't sit well with her in the slightest. It makes blood boil, and the auburn fibers along her tail to bristle slightly. Just hearing it leaves a rather bitter taste in her mouth that could be compared to swallowing stale cough medicine. Never has she understood the concept of trapping someone, and forcing them into hard work labor, or using them as tools of sexual gratification. Why? Is getting off really that important that it holds more regard over another human's life, and freedom? Thin brows knit together, creases forming in the lightly tanned flesh as she mauls over what the men had told her. No contact with anyone outside of the brothel. Never even left the rooms, and tortured halls. Prisoners in a house, and refused to be allowed to be independent. Refused the right to live.Â
From her lungs a long exhale is releases in the form of a sigh. It isn't directed at the gentleman before her, but more of the situation in general. What those people had to endure, had to go through. "I would be honored to give it a try." Her voice is soft, hitching above a whisper. For a moment her gaze lowers to the make shift desk, and Rahz falls into silence. Ears wilt back, and after a silent minute her voice can be heard again. "Make no mistake this will not be an easy undertaking. Your friends, the people you are in charge of, their lives are going to be changing. They'll have to face some rather difficult challenges a head on the road to recovery, but I will go as gently as I can with them to guide them through the process."
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Chika Ito ---- Carter Perish ---- Cora DuBois ---- T'rahz Vashka
