Sandy paid little mind to the new barkeep being shown around the less than welcoming establishment. She was far too busy scrubbing up some blood from a fight that had broken out the night before. The female squirrel had wanted to get to the stain earlier but was forced to tend to the laundry first, as a large group of new prospectors had come in to make use of the liquor, and harlo,t fueled establishments new manager. The Burning Star usual had a steady flow of men coming in to drink and gawk at the women for sale. Even those willing to pay to bed the talent was starting to pick up considerably despite the fact it was still a fairly new encampment. Still, Gunner, the man that had run the Star, up until today, swore they could be doing better if only the women would try harder to seal the deal. Many beatings, and training sessions, were dealt out by him to likely keep all the women on their toes.
Sandy always found Gunner's demands ridiculous. However, there was nothing she, or any of the other women, could say as they were nothing more than slaves to the Electro family that owned the encampment. The female squirrel never cared for her now ex supervisor, but she started to like him even less after finding out he was a former slave himself. She figured it was the same case with this new man. He too likely somehow paid his dues to their masters and was met with a now paying job before saving up enough money to make his own way in this so-called society.
The tall black spiked, and furred, hedgehog looked just as bad as the overgrown male squirrel that was now leaving. Both men being large and overpowered with strength always holding a mean look on their face. The newcomer's red eye looked all the more terrifying as some red highlights on his quills brough them out to almost resemble the burning pits of hell. Perhaps it was just some mental scar of his finding its way to shine outwards, and telling a tale of what he'd been through as a slave... and what she and the other girls continued to endure daily.
"Here's the one I was talking about earlier." Gunner laughed as the two men walked up to Sandy while she continued trying to scrub the blood stains from between the wood planks. "Stand, girl!" Gunner barked as Sandy let go of her brush and pushed herself up from skinned knees.
Sandy kept her focus on the floor knowing this is what Gunner liked. A show of total submission. She stayed silent until asked to speak... yet another power play by the man that seemed too large to be a pure breed squirrel. Her jaw clenched to keep her tongue in line as the two men seemed to stare at her, likely with amusement.
"Sandy here is our lowest seller. Likely due to the fact God found it humorous to give her the body of a 14-year-old boy and the mouth of a dying sailor." Gunner chuckled as he grabbed her by her chin to force her to look at him. She wasn't unable to hide the to contempt from her face, causing him to smack her making her look down again with a gasp of pain. "That fight in her will definitely be her death, but until then she is the best caretaker this shithole has housed. Be sure to not let her get too comfortable without bring in money though... Even if you have to give her away from free right before closing. I can't tell you the number of men that come back for a few more rounds after being able to do as they please with her."
"Why not take on one worth paying for?" The new master's servant asked.
"Because, with types like her certain things are allowed that we wouldn't stand for with our actual assets. Trust me Shadow, you'll get into the swing of things easy enough, and I'll only be across town if you find yourself in a bind." Gunner Slapped this Shadow on the back as Sandy glanced up to see him looking at her blankly. "Let's have ourselves a few shots before we work my last day together!"
Sandy fell to her knees again and kept scrubbing. The little hope she had built up now burring with rage in her chest. Gunner wasn't really leaving... he was just leaving this building, and only to be replaced with a man likely just as evil as he was. She scrubbed aggressively not even noticing the tips of her fingers losing their flesh. She only stopped once Gunner came and kicked her to get her attention.
"Make sure the real girls are dressed and ready to show. You keep to your chores, but I need you down here and looking somewhat female by lunch. Ya hear me?!" He yelled as she cleaned up her area and then ran upstairs to complete the rest of her tasks.
Shadow watched the female squirrel who quickly took her leave. The dead hate in her eyes still on his mind. "You said she can fight?" He now finally spoke after the tour was over.
"Gods yes!" Gunner sighed thinking back on things. "She broke up more than a few fights after she first arrived. Of course, being bested by a small thing like her didn't rest well on either man's shoulders, so they both were granted a night with her to teach her a lesson. It happened a few times before she finally got it through that tiny thick skull of hers that she best keeps to her place. The place only a man can allow her... still. I see her anger, and fight, every time I look in her eyes." Gunner laughed again while finishing his 3rd shot with Shadow. "I take pride in the fact I broke such a strong-willed cunt, but now... the rest is up to you." Gunner poured them both one last shot that they clanked together in a toast. "Just try not to kill any of them... she'll definitely be your ultimate test."