Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/Diya/Accept/Alone

"I... I see," you respond. "It's Ok Diya, do what.. uhh... your Aunt?" You look briefly to the woman as you use the word Diya has used for the other women in the brothel. "Do what your Aunt says." While you are starting to get a rough idea of what's going on, you are starting to resent Diya a little for putting you into this situation. The uncertainty of this state of half-knowledge only makes it worse too, and you can only imagine what you are about to meet when you meet the other "girls."

"Umm... Ok." Diya responds before slowly retreating upstairs. The woman on your shoulder gives you a hard inscrutable look as Diya is retreating up the stairs, and a couple women dressed in some rather immodest clothing come out from an adjacent room to look first up the stairs and then over at you before retreating back to where they came from. As you see this, you only get more nervous as your expectations of what's about to come rise.

The older woman slides off your shoulder as Diya reaches the second landing, and she moves to watch the girl's progress as she begins to walk on up to the 3rd story on some stairs facing the other way and out of sight from your view here. Seemingly satisfied with the young girl's progress, the woman turns her attention back to you as she puts on a professional smile. "Well then, Mr. Gardner is it?" She says, "come join us in the lounge, we're all just dying to get to know you a little more. Has Diya told us why she invited you?"

"Uhh... she just said she wanted me to meet her parents," you tell her. She puts her hands on her hips and gives a slight pursed-lip smile at this, cocking her head slightly to the side.

"I see," she responds, "Well, I'll be happy to introduce you to them then." She says, ushering you into the room. When you round the corner and into the rather poshly decorated room filled with red carpets over hardwood floors and fancy looking furniture and decor appropriate to the era it looks as though the house is from, you are met with the innumerable eyes of the dozen-plus women who work here, "dressed for work" as the case would be for a job like this. That is not to say they were dressed like street-walkers, they were certainly higher grade than that. They were dressed in an entire array of... well... costumes seemed to be the most appropriate term. They all seemed to be dressed in a dramatically different fashion, presumably to fit the fetish they were meant to appeal to. Some were dressed in leather in an intimidating dominatrix style, or on the other end of the BDSM array there were a few who seemed to have chain leashes attached to a metal collar on their neck. Others were dressed in very revealing halter-tops or swim-suits. Some were even dressed in Victorian dresses, a look that would fit in perfectly with the house if it were not for the fact that they were mixed in with a bunch of other women dressed in such scandalous attire alongside them. And then, there were a few who simply dressed in normal modern clothes that would not be at all out of place in the city but might be considered a bit inappropriate for someplace like Mahogany hills, such as women wearing pants or a business suit. There were others though that wore conservative tops and long skirts more appropriate to this town.

The madam leads you into the room and walks over to a rather lovely woman dressed in a deep purple Japanese kimono of all things, turning toward you and gesturing with her hands toward the woman. "This is Mariette," the madam says, "she is the woman who Diya calls her mother." Mariette gives you a fairly proper looking nod and a gentle practiced smile, but you can see that her eyes are sizing you up, but then as you look around the room the same can be said for most of the women in here. They are all staring at you in a stiff manner that can hardly be called inviting, but something seems to be itching at your mind. Mariette? That wasn't the name you saw in Diya's file in concerns to her mother.

"Hello," you say uncertainly, returning the nod to the woman the madam had indicated to you. "uhh... wait," you say, facing the madam once again. "I've seen Diya's file before she was sent to me, I thought her mother's name was "Janne."

"Yes, I can see where that might be confusing," Mariette says with a bemused smile on her face.

"This is Janne," the Madam says, motioning to a gorgeous trim woman in a rather revealing swim-suit as she approaches Mariette and practically climbs on top of her in an embrace.

"Yes, I'm the woman who gave birth to Diya," she says, "however, she calls me her mom, her mother here," she turns her head in a seductive manner toward the kimono-clad woman she is climbing all over, "you might say her and I are a couple, but we decided not to let the town know about that. You can just imagine what the reaction to that would be for my girls."

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