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In the decades that followed the global energy and food shortages, and the subsequent collapse of various economies, the old polities disintegrated into city states and feudalism. The rich were excessively so, and exploited the poor for their own private gain.

Inside the complex on the far side of the mountain, near the ruins of the Oratory, the auditions were over, and a slave girl was "hired" for the Master's personal indulgences. Her name was Shana, and upon her arrival, she had been made to shower, shave her legs, and do her own hair and makeup, as per specific instructions from the Understudy, who had hired her. His commanding voice was still ringing in her head as she stripped off her street clothes.

"Two rules to always remember, above all. First, obey everyone in this building. Everyone. There is no one lower here than you. Two, no matter what, you will make no protest. No matter what."

The shower room was just off the change room, and had the appeal of a surgical suite with green ceramic tiles, a plastic shower curtain, and the copper drain obscenely pulling the curves of the floor towards it. A small makeup counter with a hair dryer and cosmetics mediated the small space between the shower room and the change room. The change room had just a Roman couch and a full-length mirror. A doorway in the opposite wall led into the large, airy studio beyond.

When she had emerged from the shower, she found all her street clothes were gone. A selection of clothing had been laid out for her, and only one selection of footwear, plus an ankle bracelet. The Understudy had mentioned the ankle bracelet, had stated flatly that the bracelet was a mark of her new status, and was never to come off, ever. Dainty, black, heeled sandals, with straps and buckles over the toe, and no straps at the back were placed by the couch. She had only two odd and disconcerting choices to go with the shoes. The first was a black, long sleeved leotard with sheer arms and a wide, scooped neck. The second was a white, tight, ribbed short-sleeve top, cut like a leotard but only coming to her navel. It was paired with a short, wraparound denim miniskirt. Finding the leotard odd, Shana had slipped on the white top and then reached for the skirt. It was then she realized no panties were offered. No bra.

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So now she stood before the Understudy, her bare legs on display, wearing only heeled sandals and a tight leotard that rode up her backside with every movement. She was very uncomfortable. Mirrors lined every wall and the ceiling, reflecting her image to infinity. The optical effect was disorienting.