De-Ji woke up in a strange room. Shaking from the wet cold that enclosed her, she opened her eyes and saw something strange. She was in a room full of girls. Suta was right by her, shivering. There were other girls too. All the girls seemed different. They all seemed to have nothing in common. There were black haired, mature women, and blonde haired young teenagers, and now a brown haired older teenager. A red-haired lady who looked around the age of 24 handed her some clothes. It was only a belly shirt and short shorts, though. De-Ji looked up at her questioningly, and got an answer of,
"Sorry, but that's all we have," The lady said. De-Ji grimaced, then glanced at her sister. The lady said, "we have to wait for her to wake up" De-Ji nodded, and shivered when a droplet of water dripped off her chin and landed on her skin. Standing up, she headed for the door, ignoring the protests, and tried to turn the knob. The door was locked. Of course. She wasn't thinking too well, having almost been drowned. She sighed, and asked everybody to turn around while she changed. They understood and turned around. De-Ji stripped, and considered keeping her bra, but it was full of water, so she decided against it and threw it on the ground. She put on the shorts, and turned around to grab the shirt when Suta woke up. They both screamed, which made every other girl in the room turn back around. Blushing like her life depended on it, De-Ji grabbed the shirt and dressed herself as quickly as she could. When she turned back around, Suta was holding a white almost nightgown looking piece of skimpy lingerie and shivering to boot. De-Ji took the few steps that separated her from the strange girls and turned around, facing the opposite wall, giving Suta the chance to change. Every girl in the room copied her and turned around. Soon Suta was done, and everybody went back to their previous positions. There was no furniture, which actually turned out to be a good thing because they had so little space, that it would be more of a hindrance than being useful. Sighing, De-Ji sat on the hard wood floor by her sister, and whispered to her,
"where are we?" Suta glanced at her and shrugged. De-Ji looked down and saw a bug. Not wanting to cause a ruckus, she smashed it with her wet clothes and hid it in the folds of the salty waterlogged pieces of cloth. Suta shifted, and De-Ji shifted again so she wasn't touching her. It was so cramped! De-Ji started getting chlosterphobic. She stood up and walked to a woman who looked about thirty with short spiky black hair. Tapping her on the shoulder timidly, she asked quietly where they were. The woman turned to look at her and answered,
"We're on Dokueki's ship. Do you know who he is?" She asked, and De-Ji shook her head. She had never heard of the man. The woman grimaced and responded to her own question, "He captures girls and.." trailing off for a little bit, obviously struggling with the next part. De-Ji looked around to see if anybody was listening. Nobody seemed to be paying attention, but it was so close quarters that everybody probably couldn't help but hear. Whispering, she finished, "rapes them."