The tears continued to fall from Junko's eyes as she confirmed the man's query. "Yes," she spoke meekly, only now afraid of its meaning as Kainushi studied her with renewed interest.

He took his seat again and looked over at her, his eyes sizing her up methodically. "Shall we put that to the test?" he asked, his tone darkly detached.

Junko didn't answer. Instead she remained still, letting the man continue his visual examination. At first she simply thought he was judging her resolve, but soon his demeanor began to hint at something else, as if he wasn't seeing the girl as she stood before him, but as she might look at his bedside. Self consciously the young Keeper clutched herself tightly, one hand gripping the snap-fastenings of her blue denim jacket, the other holding onto the waistband of her matching jeans.

"Come closer," he spoke finally.

The young redhead did as she was told, positioning herself immediately in front of the seated Pokémon Master.

Kai held out his hand. "Give me your belt."

Hesitantly Junko turned over her belt, the set of pokéballs still attached. As her last finger broke contact with the leather she felt a sudden pang of loss deep in her heart. She had suspected Kai would demand a sacrifice, but somehow she never considered that it might be her pet that paid the price.

"This is a start," he said in the same detached tone, setting the belt and pokéballs on the table next to him. "Now give me your boots."

Junko fought the urge to hesitate and question the man's intentions, even if only in her mind. Her boots weren't worth as much as her dreams, although they were worth quite a bit monetarily. She squatted down, quickly loosening the laces of her footwear. In less than a minute she rose again, the boots in hand. Kai took them and placed them next to her belt.

The man took only a quick glance at the knee socks now revealed before returning to his survey of the girl's slender form. "Are you cold?" he asked next.

Junko suddenly became aware that she was trembling, but it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. She shook her head.

"Good. Give me your socks."

She opened her mouth to protest, but Kai jerked his hand out again and the look on his face told her he wouldn't tolerate being kept waiting. She peeled off her socks, handing them over. The concrete floor was as cold as ice to her now bare feet.

Kai added her socks to the pile and once more returned his icy gaze. "Give me your jacket."

Taking a deep breath, Junko opened her jacket and began sliding it back over her arms. She was now reminded of the large crowd that surrounded her. The eyes of every man on the bar were glued to her torso, watching eagerly as she exposed her clinging tank-top. Every inch of newly exposed skin felt the sting of foreign eyes, and even though she was no less dressed than if she were taking a stroll in the park on a warm summer's day she still felt practically naked. She handed over her jacket only to see it stacked on top of her other articles of lost clothing. "What do you want from me?" she finally asked.

"Obedience," he answered vaguely, "and your pants." He held out his hand in the now familiar gesture.

Unsure of what other option she had, Junko unfastened her jeans, bending down as she slid them off her pale slender legs. Now the men were watching her hungrily. Even the women seemed to find the sight of the innocent young redhead stripped down to her undershirt and electric-mouse-print panties provocative. Quiet voices reached her ears from multiple sources around her, commenting on the smoothness of her clean skin, the cute heart-shape of her rear end, or the potential of the parts of her body now only hidden by a single layer of thin fabric. She reached out to hand over the newly liberated pants, but Kai did not take them.

Instead he grabbed her wrist, pulling Junko to his side. It startled her enough that she dropped the garment, but it was clear now this man was not interested in obtaining it. His black eyes renewed their exploration of her body, savoring the firm flesh of her naked legs, and the slight curve of her cotton wrapped bust.

He let go of her, and she straightened herself to full height. "Do you like the way these people gawk at you, Junko Ochi? Do you like the way they savor every moment of your humiliation?" He gestured to the crowd behind her.

Junko snuck a glance over her shoulder and immediately regretted it. She had expected the lust-filled expressions worn by those men, but their depravity didn't end there. Most of the men were fondling themselves one way or another, some even so bold as to have removed themselves from their drawers, pleasuring themselves unobscured to the vision of innocence that stood half-naked in front of them. Before she could look away a tall, skinny blond woman dressed in an outfit that covered only the most private parts of her anatomy caught her eye. She too was working her hand between her legs, her slender fingers diving eagerly beneath the scarce fabric of her attire. The woman realized she had been noticed and winked to Junko, adding to the young woman's disgust when she freed her busy hand to blow the young vision a kiss.

Kainushi's hand on her leg brought the redhead's attention back to in front of her. He stroked her outer thigh gingerly at first using only the backs of his fingertips, then graduated to using his full hand, watching himself lazily as his palm glided up and down her smooth skin.

"I can not teach you as you are. If I am to make you into what you desire, first I must take away your innocence."