Sylvie's tears had long dried and all there was left was anger. Leory had come down and given her food, but she refused to eat. The nervousness she felt around the smuggler could cause her to throw up, and having a full stomach would not help. Seeing the rage in her, Leory kept a good distance but still teased her, and not in a polite way.

    Had it be a day? No, two days? She did not keep count. She felt the shuttle land and her legs were untied. Gunnger kept a strong grip on her bonds as he brought her out of the ship and into a jungle which stretched across the entire planet. The air was humid and pesky little bugs had already began buzzing around her ears.

    "No time for sightseeing, let's go little princess," Leory jerked her toward a dull structure.

    She muttered a curse and allowed herself to be led into the building. Sylvie took one look and gave an exasperated sigh. Another bar?! I'm absolutely sick of this! What was different about this bar was the service. Female slaves, all dressed in imodest outfits, were serving and dancing for the amusement of the pirates. The way the pirates treated them was disgusting, but it was easy to tell which slave was forced here and which was here for a job.

    "No time for your attitude little girl," Leory gave another jerk and Sylvie staggered forward to where a richly dressed alien man sat. Sylvie guessed he was Evo, and readied herself for any sudden moves this king of the pirates might take.

    His reptilian eyes watched them approach and he exclaimed, "Gunnger! What have you brought me today?"

    "A human girl, and I expect good money for this one, Evo."

    Evo waved a long fingered hand, dismissing the subject and saying, "Yes yes, now, let me see this beautiful female you brought."

    Leory forced Sylvie to come closer, but her legs seemed to have given out on her. Rough arms lifted her to her feet and held her next to Evo's chair. His slitted eyes scanned her and his cold, long fingers pinched her chin. He turned her head from side to side, making clicking noises with his forked tongue and making the poor girl feel uncomfortable and sickly.

    "This is a young and small one, but she makes up for it with an excellent body shape and good looks. I'll give you three thousand."

    "Six thousand," Leory demanded. "This was no easy find."

    "Fine, five thousand?"

    Leory thought about this, stroking his beard, "Deal."

    Evo brought Sylvie close to him and stroked her cheek, asking, "What is your name little one?"

    "Silver," and with that, Sylvie bit the pirates hand.

    Evo drew his hand back, crying with more surprise than pain, "She's a feisty one. Shekira!"

    Sylvie's eyes widened at the recognition of the twin tailed alien at the mines, who ran up, and stood in front.

    "Take Silver and dress her up, I'm expecting this girl to dance for us soon."

    "I will never dance for you!" Sylvie shrieked.

    "Yes sir," Shekira took Sylvie's arm and led her away before any trouble could start.

    She brought her to a room labeled, 'Dressing Room,' and shut the door behind her.

    "What are you doing here?" Sylvie asked the young alien woman as she began rummaging through drawers.

    "Isn't it obvious, I was sold here not too long ago, I'm so glad to see you are okay."

    "Physically, I'm fine, emotionally though..."

    Shekira set aside the clothes she found and took Sylvie's hands in hers. Looking around, she saw no one was in earshot and whispered, "I understand how you feel, but I can assure you that we will get out of here."

    Sylvie saw in her deep brown eyes that she was telling the truth and took a deep breath, replying calmly, "Okay."

    "Good, now, I know you are a very modest girl, but you are going to have to get out of your comfort zone for a little and wear this," Shekira held up a gold and maroon bikini top and gold embroidered leggings.

    Sylvie raised an eyebrow, "I'm not putting that on."

    "Look, they have you wear this so you can't hide weapons, it's not my fault. And it's only for a short time," Shekira winked.

    Sylvie gave up and dressed herself in the uncomfortable pieces of cloth and allowed Shekira to do her makeup and hair.

    "You have scars from the whipping?" Shekira asked, tracing the scars with her finger.

    "Um hm," Sylvie shuttered at the memory. "Are they that noticeable?"

    "They are as pale as eggshells."

    Sylvie sighed, "Alright, let's get this over with."