The guide's words snatch your attention away from the nightmarish reflections. Your own bodies remain the same, but you still glance to your exposed flesh double-checking the projected images are fantasies.
Glancing to Nick's mirror, you see a broad bared chest, hairy and muscular from long days cutting sugar cane. Her words snap your gaze back to your own mirror. Drawn to the lush cleavage on display there. The full, firm breasts inviting you to look deeper, are barely contained by the loose peasant top.
Hand rising in shock, to lips that look too full and ripe for any duty beyond cock-sucking. The image is wide-eyed and horrified, her fear translated from your own. That damned app, is impressively terrifying. Now showing a dark, bare forearm reaching to a matching face, and the dread doubtless clear in both your eyes.
The guide's introduction is interrupted as Jordan and Tony arrive, surprising you both. Smoothly, the guide produces another couple of slave collars, offering them to the new arrivals.
"The tour has just started, and you're free to join." she says smoothly. Their arrogance, and pride on full display. In numerous subtle ways, their clothes a degree finer, and more designer. Their watches a little more expensive.
It's a little worrying how easily the guide shrugs off their refusal to wear the collars.
"Good enough to enslave." Jordan jokes, looking between the two of you. Tony looks a little more awkward with the light-hearted humour about slavery. But, he too isn't wearing a collar either.
Desperately, you hope neither of them heard the part about you being a house maid.
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