It's been a long day of sloughing away, men abusing you again and again...you're bleeding between your legs, but they don't care. You just got done with another appointment, crying and terrified as you step out of the brothel, when suddenly two black guards grab you "Halt, wench." suddenly they throw you into a brown sack, closing it, and take off. The next few minutes are awful, not knowing where you're going, and they whip you every single time you speak. Soon, you hear the sound of gates opening, then a lot of shuffle tumble. Then, they open the bag and throw you onto a cold marble floor. You're wearing a thin white robe and a veil... "We hath found a whore, Sire." You hear a deep, slithering voice that soothes your soul... "Pardon?"