Jessica: ''Hey Kathy. Guess what, our great leader placed your fate in my hands. You know what that means!'' Kathy: ''Please.. Miss Jessica.. Don't sell me.'' Jessica: ''Why not? We're slavers, that's what we do. You're no model, but I could probably get at least 300 credits for you.'' Kathy: ''I.. I know, but I've seen some of the people that come here to buy slaves. I see how they look at us, at you even. They see girls are pleasure toys.'' Jessica: ''Hehe, yeah.. They're pretty creepy, and honestly the other slavers are just as bad. But that's why you should have fought back like I did, then you wouldn't have become a captive.'' Kathy: ''How did you do it?'' Jessica: ''Pure strength and skills, baby! When I stumbled on this place I had three of them trying to take me. I rammed my fist into one's throat, killing him, broke the other one's nose, and knocked the last one out with a metal pipe. After that it wasn't hard to convince their leader to let me join up.'' Kathy: ''You could.. keep me. Show me how to become strong..'' Jessica: ''Why would I want to keep you? I don't have time to teach someone how to become a slaver.'' Kathy: ''Oh I have other uses. I can be very.. affectionate. I bet when the male slavers take you, they don't treat you that much better than they do us, do they? I can be much more fun in a bed..'' Jessica: ''Hmmm.. Keep talking.''