You have finally found the place you were looking for. It took you months of searching to find it, but you are finally here. As you step inside, you take a deep breath. You are now at the brainwashed slave market.
You are greeted by a slave wearing nothing but a thick metal collar. She welcomes you in, and tells you to peruse for as long as you like, and then go to the owner when you have decided what you want. Her eyes have a glazed and mindless look to them. She smiles blankly in your general direction. It is clear that she is fully brainwashed.
You continue further into the market. Rows of similarly undressed slaves are all around you. They’re all standing with their legs spread and arms behind their heads. The collars around their necks are attached to heavy chains, which themselves are all attached to metal poles. Their glazed eyes stare unmovingly in front of them. You assume they aren’t even able to think their own thoughts.
As you move further in, you see large cages with stripper poles in the middle. Slaves dressed in skimpy, hot pink dresses with bleach blonde hair grind against the poles while giggling. Just one look at their eyes is enough to tell how little thought is going on inside their brains. Upon closer examination, beneath their makeup-covered faces are pink collars with the word “BIMBO” written on them in thick gold letters. The sound of high heels clacking against the ground, gold jewelry clinging and constant mindless giggling all blend together into a mind numbing cacophony that almost drowns out all your thoughts.
Beyond the bimbos are even smaller cages, stacked on top of each other in tight rows. The cages inside seem to be just about big enough for someone to stand on all fours. You suddenly hear the sound of a person barking loudly right next to you. You look towards the source the noise, and see a slave standing on all fours inside one of the cages. She appears to be wearing a muzzle and a leather collar, with a chain connecting the collar to the front of the cage. Her eyes give you a curious look, like a confused animal. She tilts her head, seemingly trying to get a better understanding of what she’s looking at.
Finally, you reach the end of the market. You see a woman dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses sitting upon a leather chair with slaves kneeling down around her. She tilts her head in your direction. She knows why you’re here. Perhaps you found some slaves you’d like to buy. Or perhaps, you’d like to join them.
