You?” I ask, knowing she is, because she wouldn't be asking otherwise.“Yeah, I didn't have much to do since I have Study Hall last period on Frida...ys.”Study Hall is one of the few classes we don’t share. “Uh, yeah lucky bitch.” I go back to my homework, wanting to finish. By the time I’m done it’s nearly seven thirty and Bailey is in the living room with Midnight. She’s texting her boyfriend Cal, who is a good guy, but is in my damn way. She’s really into him, but tells me she doesn't love. After getting cleaned up from their latest round of sex with their Master, the concubines gathered for their main meal of the day. They had their own dining room and normally ate around 3:00 pm, which was the hour the Grand Duke was least likely to want their services. If any of the women was absent, the others waited until she showed up.The table was set with fine imported china and a bewildering array of silverware. Silvitya looked dumbly at all the fancy objects in front of her.. I kept talking, low and soft, for another twenty minutes, relaxing her, letting her mind clear. The books said that her willing choice was key for this next part, and the phrasing suggested was exact: "If you are ready to let go, now, and listen to my voice, close your eyes and sleep."Her eyes closed. Oh my god. "Listen to me, Rachel, listen to my voice. We are going to do some work now... so very hard work. I need you to help me, to work with me, to cooperate. Are you going to help me?"She. "Fuck! You're a fucking beauty, ain't you?" a corpulent man with a cigarette in his hand commented to Buttercup. "You wanna fuck rather than work like the others, dearie?"Buttercup shook her head, and hurried after Zeta as she went in. Tracey was aware of a disapproving glare at her shorter hair as she entered herself, and was frightened that this might disqualify her; but fortunately not and she soon caught up with Zeta and Buttercup.And then the girls were lined up by a conveyer belt under.