“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“I’m not your slave.”

These were the type of lines that Pathfinder kept cycling in his head over the past week, doing what he could to hold onto his sense of self throughout his time in The Society. His mantra for keeping himself sane and his thoughts independant. Yet after all the time that he put into telling himself that, now he had something different to say.

“Why am I doing this?”

Unlike the strong, defiant statements he had been repeating over and over again, this one came out as bemoaned as he lemented his current situation.

“You are doing this,” said Mi Jin, who was standing right behind him, “Because Lady Tourmaline promised to let you see your daughter if you went along with this evening’s activities.”

“I know the reason I’m going along with you!” Path exclaimed, not having to be reminded of the reward for his obedience, “But why… this?”

The brown pegasus was looking at himself in a mirror that covered the length of the wall from top to bottom. Yet, staring back at him was a fairly attractive pegasus mare wearing a cute waitress uniform, the kind that you might worn by a server at a cafe. The deer slaves,just mere minutes ago, had occupied the room with him and the kirin, and performed their craft with such skill and quality that Path couldn’t see anything but a female version of himself in the reflection, with padding in the chest area

“It is this because Lady Tourmaline ordered it.” Mi Jin said frankly, “Do you really need a better answer than that?”

“It just feels like she’s doing this to embarrass me…” Path said, flipping up the front of his skirt to look at his dick. It was currently covered by a pair of panties, but the bulge in the women’s underwear proved he was still a guy.

“That might be the case.” said the scale covered mare, “Lady Tourmaline always appears to do things to the slaves in her care on a whim. Usually she has them kept to a strict regimen to which she instructs those in her service, like myself, to make them follow without error. Then out of nowhere she’ll decide to have certain slaves do something completely different. I couldn’t tell you if this is part of her training program, or just something she does to bemuse herself.”

Pathfinder released his skirt front, accepting that the crystal mare’s plans for him were just something he was going to have to deal with. That was all that mattered right now. “Tell me what the deal was again. I want to make sure there isn’t some clause or something that would allow Schorl to back out of her end.”

“Very well,” Mi Jin said, referring back to her clipboard, “Lady Tourmaline told me that ‘As long as Mr. Finder puts on the uniform provided for him, and acts as a server in The Society’s club room without incident, he may be allocated a short time after his duties are fulfilled to confirm his daughter’s, Miss. Scylla’s, health and well being’.”

“What does she mean by ‘after my duties’?” Path questioned, not wanting some like a day or a week later to be considered ‘after’.

“After you are retrieved for your task, I will be going immediately to where Scylla is to pick her up. From there, I’ll be heading directly to where you will be located with her in tow.”

“Good…” Path said, begrudgingly taking Mi Jin at her word.

As much as he hated to admit it, Schorl and her lackies had a very solid honest streak in them. It was probably a by product of him having no real control over what happened to him inside these walls, but Schorl, her slaves, and The Society’s members were all very up front and honest to him. No point in lying when the crystal unicorn held all the cards.

“If there are no other questions or complaints, I believe it is time you were off. Many of our members are awaiting you to serve them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready…” Pathfinder preplied, knowing he would never be truly prepared for what he was about to endure.

Hearing his acceptance of the situation, Mi Jin went to the door of the dressing room they were currently within and cracked it open. “He’s ready.” the kirin said as she poked her nose out the small opening.

A moment later another mare entered, a light green unicorn with a neatly braided mane, wearing a maid’s uniform. Pathfinder quickly noted she was one of the Society slaves, due to the collar around her neck and the ring around her horn, but not one that he had encountered before now. She was also much less disheveled than the slaves he had been around, her fur and hair well maintained, and lacking the telltale bags under her eyes that denoted sleep deprivation.

“You must be one the my superiors,” Path said to the mare.

“Superior?” the unicorn questioned, “If you are implying that I’m a higher class of slave than you, then you are mistaken. When it comes to servitude in the Society, there are no ranks or castes. As Lady Tourmaline says, all slaves are equally capable of success or failure, thus they should all be judged at the same standard.”

“Riiiggghhhttt…” Pathfinder say with notable sarcasm, as the discrepancy between how the two were treated was glaringly obvious.

“Believe what you will, but despite being Lady Tourmaline’s personal maid, I am treated with no more privilege than any other who would chose to obey. There are many privileges that come with accepting one’s role, and many punishments that come from defying it.”

Pathfinder raised an eyebrow as he looked from Schorl’s maid to her secretary. Mi Jin at least seemed to be grounded about the reality of this situation, where the unicorn seemed to have dipped deeply into the koolaid.

Mi Jin answered his glance with a small shake of her head, telling Path that she might have been on the same page with him, but she wasn’t going to collude with him about his thoughts about the maid mare.

Aside from that, all he got out of the kirin was, “Mister Finder, Sweet Mint here will be your handler for the evening, guiding you through the tasks you have to fulfill to uphold your end of the bargain.”

To which the unicorn added, “And you had best be grateful the mistress even offered such an agreement in the first place. As a slave, you aren’t in a position to demand anything, where she is in a position to offer nothing.”

“I get it, she’s in charge.” Path said, doing his best to remain calm in this dire situation, “I’ve already agreed to go along with this, what more do you want?”

Mint’s nose curled up as if she had smelled something rotten, not at all pleased with Pathfinder’s attitude. Still, she had been given a task by her mistress, one that didn’t allow for heated debate on slave decorum.

“Then come with me. I shall take you to perform your duties.”

The three ponies left the room, Mi Jin heading away from it in one direction, while the two non-scaled ponies headed off in another. The route that Pathfinder and Sweet Mint traveled was done so in silence, with little disrupting, save for the ambience of screams and cries that flowed from the facility's ventilation ducts. Several times Pathfinder was about to break the relative quiet with a comment or a question, but each time he ended up choosing not to act on his curiosity. He was often told directly the things that Society staff and members felt he needed to know, and questions often led to things he didn’t want to know.

This trek through the halls of The Society ended after the two ended up at a double door. Up until then, the maid mare never hinting that she had anything to discuss with her womanized ward, but upon arrival that changed.

“This is where you will be serving this evening.” said the unicorn while opening the doors.

Inside, Path saw the club room he was being stationed at. The room was brightly lit, and let the pegasus see every table, chair, booth, and stool. Walking in, he spotted a bar counter with plenty of bottles behind it of a plethora of shapes and sizes. Some of the brands he recognized, but many were the kinds that only those who made his yearly salary in a day could buy without seeing it an egregious waste of bits.

All in all, the room had the presence of a high class strip bar, or as some liked to call them a ‘Gentlecolt’s Club’. Nudie bars that catered to stallions who liked to pretend they had higher standards and class than ‘common ponies’ went to gawk at mares like any other guy looking to indulge in their perverse desires. Pathfinder had never been to such a high class establishment before, but he had heard the stories from those who swore they had been in one of those private clubs, invited by a friend of a friend, and how they often catered to the kind of kinks that The Society would endorse alongside their extreme fetishes of rape and slavery.

“Everypony, front and center. We have a new worker joining us this evening.” said Sweet Mint, stepping into a small clearing in front of the tables.

In response, every other pony in the club room stopped what they were doing so they may join the unicorn. They came to her at their own paces, some fast while others took their time. Regardless of speed they formed an organized line of twenty in front of the mare, awaiting what it was she had to say.

“Ahem!” Mint sounded, looking back at Path who was just standing at the entrance.

“Oh!” the pegasus said as he rush up aside Mint.

“That’s better,” Mint said matter of factly, “Everypony, this is Pathfinder. Pegasus, Male, Thirty Seven, straight, and Society property.”

Pathfinder took a note of that. Name, race, gender, age, sexual orientation, and owner. Those were the only details The Society deemed worth knowing.

“He is starting his first day in here as a server, and may have a more permanent position here if he does well.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said a bit timidly, with everypony gawking at him in his mareish appearance. The others took the information rather well though, not batting an eye at that the cute girl in front of them was a middle age male.

“There is no need to introduce yourself,” Mint commented, “Serving slaves are rotated enough that you will rarely work with the same two twice.”

“Oh…” Pathfinder said, uncertain what this was about then if not for him to get acquainted with his co-workers.

“These mares and stallions need to know you though, as it will be you who is expected to be the dead weight of this evening. They will keep an eye on you, and should you fail at a task, they are to step in immediately, to ensure the pony you failed to serve is given the best experience they can receive afterwards.”

“How encouraging…” said Path with layers of sarcasm so thick they could stop a stampeding buffalo in its tracks.

“Just know that you will be watched tonight, and that if we deem your ability to serve was subpar, then your end of the deal will be considered unfulfilled.”

“Got it,” Path said, never assuming that having a brigade of ponies to step in and clean up his mistakes was a good thing.

“That aside not much is really expected of you. You are to take food and orders from our patrons when they arrive. When you are given one, you go over to the bar.” Sweet Mint pointed to the area in question, directing her finger to a small window to the side of it. “If you have a food order, you deliver it to the window so it can be prepared. If it is a drink order you can to the bartender directly. When an order is ready, you can use one of the trays set up at the corner of the counter.”

“That sounds simple enough,” said Pathfinder, “But that’s not all there is to it, is it?”

“If you are wondering if you need to perform any sexual duties, then no.” Sweet Mint answered, “You are not expected in participating in anything like that tonight. The most that can be done to you is that the patrons will be allowed to touch you as they please, so long as no actual penetration is performed. Oh, that reminds me.”

The unicorn turned to face Path, and before he knew it she had grabbed him by the arm. His first instinct was to pull away, but the treatment he had gone through at The Society had left him fairly weakened, so the unicorn easily overpowered him to force his arm into a raise, forward position. With it that way, she pulled out a circular bracelet, which she quickly snapped across Path’s wrist.

“Here we go” Mint said, releasing his arm, “Nice and snug.”

The mare wasn’t kidding. As Pathfinder tried to get it off, he could feel the padded leather gripping him tightly. There was barely a sliver of space between it and his own skin, making it near impossible to slip off. As for removing it the same way it got on, the bracelet, had a metal clasp on it that locked the moment the two parts of it were joined. So just like his collar, this became an unremovable accessory from his body.

“Please settle down,” Mint requested after the stallion gave a few valliant tries against the bracelet, “The bracelet won’t harm you. It actually acts as an identifier for the members, and will save you from more molestations than it will put you into.”

Stopping his struggles against the bracelet, Path examined it to find that it bore a sizable piece of metal on it in the shape of a male gender symbol.

“That symbol, as you might assume, allows everyone to know your true sex. They are issued to prevent confusion for the members, who all have their gender preferences. All of the serving slaves wear them in here.”

As if commanded to do so, many of the other ponies revealed their arms to let Path see their own wrist bound accessories. This also let him know that he was not alone in his current predicament. Other stallions were likewise dressed in female clothing, and in such an effective way that before this point he would have judge their genders on their appearance. Mares were likewise dressed like males, but their two piece uniforms did a bit less to disguise what they really were.

“The last thing you need to know is that members will be referring to you as a ‘waitress’, for obvious reasons. So in order to not confuse you with any actual waitresses, the patrons will raise their hand if they want a properly gendered sever, and will keep it down if they want an opposite gendered one.”

“That’s a needlessly complicated system you’ve created.” commented Pathfinder.

“The members tend to like things that are complex and nuanced. One might call it a fetish for convolution, but I think they just like to see the slaves jump through hoops for them. Sometimes literally.” Mint snicked a little at what seemed to be a personal joke, but of course Pathfinder found no humor in it, “Ehem, but that is all you need to know about your incredibly simple job. I’ll assume at this point that you have no questions, as not only is this one of the easiest positions in The Society, but I have explained things in a manner that even a child could understand.”

“Sure,” Path said, wanting this conversation to be done with, despite what questions he might have had.

“Good, then you may relax for a few minutes before the members arrive. The rest of you, get back to work. Lady Tourmaline want this room spotless for when the guest get here.”

Just as easily as the line was formed, it dispersed as the enslaved ponies returned to what they were doing before Path’s introduction. Sweet Mint, surprisingly, went to help the group prepare the room, in more than a supervisory role. She grabbed up her own wash rag and started wiping down tables without hesitation, humming a tune who’s cheerful tones were not befitting of this place.

Having been basically told ‘go sit down for a while’, Pathfinder did just that., finally finding a command he was happy to comply with. He decided that the best place to do so was the bar itself, cause it was far away from Mint, and it felt out of the way of everypony else’s busy work. Getting on a stool in front of the counter, the pegasus crossed his arms over the flat surface before him, placing his head down within the little nest the made for it. He was just going to relax as he was told, but his own fatigue and poor sleep habits he acquired over the toughest week of his life caught up to him the moments after his body started to relax. With nothing to keep him from drifting, his eyelids drooped, and threatened to whisk his consciousness to the dream realm.

The only thing that stopped this process was a female voice speaking into his ear. “Havin’ a rough day already?”

Path, alerted to the presence of another pony, opened a single eye to see one of the mares from the line up on the other side of the bar, cleaning a drink glass in her hand.

“That question better be rhetorical.” Path replied, with as much courtesy he could muster in his mentally exhausted state.

“Ah suppose that question is a might silly,” said the mare, a country accent revealing itself the more she spoke. The mare was an earth pony of golden brown, and thick green curls atop her head. She was one of the few slaves in the room that was not dressed up in anything, her body exposed to show all her curvy curves. She was very attractive, and to Path’s embarrassment, his dick was able to muster the strength to stand up on its own, despite his own energy being lacking.

“So Mint said your name is Pathfinder?” She asked, cleaning her glass completely before heading over to the bottles behind her.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Path replied, this small talk making his weary mind even wearier.

“Well welcome to the club. I’m Dosie Dough.” Along with her name, the earth mare gave Path the glass that she had been cleaning, filled to the brim with a clear brown liquid, topped off with a layer of foam.

Path was so excited at the sight of the beer, and without thinking he downed it on the spot. It was cool, refreshing, splashing against the back of his throat and down his gullet. Never before had he been so grateful for a drink. An oasis in a the blistering heat. If the mare behind the counter wanted to gain Pathfinder’s affection, then she had found the perfect way. With the alcohol sitting in his stomach, Pathfinder felt much better than he had in days. It wasn’t enough to get him drunk, but just it’s presence in his being was a relief.

“Thank you,” Pathfinder told the mare, but then an important question arose, “But won’t you get in trouble for that?”

“It was just a bit of draft,” Dosie said, taking the glass back from Path so she could clean it once more, “They’ll have a hard time noticing a single glass.”

“Good.” Path replied, happy to get a drink on The Society’s tab, so long as it didn’t come out of some other pony’s ass.

“Now that you’ve gotten a nip, mind tellin’ me a bit about yourself?”

“Why do ya want to know?” Path asked, “I thought the maid said we wouldn’t be together long enough to get to know each other.”

“That’s true for most of ya,” Dosie said, “But I’m a regular bartender here. Ah see more of y’all than most, and plenty of ya pop up as servers more than once. But really, I just think that listening to the stories of other ponies makes time pass by quicker.”

“Well then, this will be the first time I got a drink for a song.” Path joked, “Not much to say really. I’m just a map maker who got dragged into this place. They didn’t even want me really, but they grabbed me when they snatched up my daughter. I can’t believe I let these bastards get the both of us… I’m the worst father.”

“Don’t say that.” Dosie said, “Ah think that ya worrying about your daughter is mighty sweet, and these Society folks are a little too good at snatching ponies up.”

“I’ve notice,” Path said, still amazed at how many captives Schorl had trapped in this dungeon of hers. “So how did you get here? Did a band of gryphons pluck you from your home too?”

“No, Ah got lured in by a few relatives of mine.” Dosie set down her rewashed glass, and moved on to another. “They said they needed some extra hands on their orange farm, and Ah didn’t think a thing about doing it for a while. Next thing Ah know, Ah’m passing out during dinner an’ waking up in a cage with nothin’ on but mah birthday suit. Later Ah found out that Ah was part of a group of random ponies The Society gathered up to train as slaves. Ever since, Ah’ve been working here as part time bartender, and part time sex slave. Wouldn’t believe how many rich stallions go for the down to earth farm mare type.”

Path didn’t like thinking it, but he could agree strongly with their tastes. Just talking to Dosie Dough allowed him to soak in her sweetness, like an adorable country flower. The kind no stallion would be embarrassed to bring home to mother, or have a few rolls around in the hay with. Schorl sure knew how to pick mare’s whose physical and personality traits hit all the trigger for a stallion’s arousal. Suppressing his own desires, he willed his dick to deflate with a force of will. He knew this was not the time nor place to be a horny horse, but nothing about this place made doing otherwise easy.

While he might have thought that it was hard to keep his arousal in check while sitting and talking with Dosie, he had a complete change of heart once his shift started. There was little sexy about what he had to do as a server.

“Waitress!”

From the moment the lights in the club dimmed and the members took their seats, Pathfinder was ran ragged with demands. All around the sitting area the members would call over the room’s music, asking for a waitress with their hands unraised. Most would order drinks, while a few would order some light snacks to go with them, the general goal on the minds of the members was to get drunk and enjoy the entertainment.

“Waitress!”

There was plenty to be enjoyed too, as many of the tables Pathfinder visited had their own personal table dancers. They had been ordered from the same menu as the drinks, with the private dancer’s page on the pages near the back. Males and females, all conscripted by The Society to do this demeaning activity.

At least they don’t have to run their asses off, Path thought, focusing on his own situation. Being a server for a full house was not easy. Even less so when a lot of the work was being thrust on him. There were other servers about, but some of them were being held at tables to perform for some kind of paper money. Many were glad to perform tricks or show some skin for these tips, but Path had little interest in them, his mind only thinking of Scylla and how he could get through this brief moment in his life with the minimum amount of personal embarrassment.

“Oh waitress~”
Being the most active server on the floor lead to him being called on more than the others though, with members who were not even interested in a girlified stallion summoning him just so they could get their drinks in a reasonable amount of time. By the time he got done with one round, he’d have twenty new orders on his plate, requiring a fourth of the amount of trips back to deliver everything, only to start again when somepony wanted a refill.

For what felt like his hundredth time that night, Path made his way to the side of the bar where he could deliver his orders without interfering with the members drinking at it.

“What do they want this time?” Dosie asked, knowing a flood of drink orders were coming her way.

“I need two Manehattens, six Maregarittas, one Blue Haywaii, and ten glasses of Bitweiser.” Path said, displaying an amazing ability to remember details.

Dosie, unable to do the same, jotted down all the orders on a notepad and got to work filling glass after glass. It was in the midst of this that Path got a short break to catch his breath. He leaned his back against the counter, panting heavily while fanning himself off with his hand.

“Heh, that twink is doing a good impression of a mare in heat.” one of the male members at the bar said to another, both of their attentions grabbed by the pretty thing sweating and gasping mere feet away. “Too bad there’s a dick under that dress, cause I’d certainly pay for some alone time with a girl that cute.”

Path was glad to see that the bracelet on his wrist was working as intended, keeping away those who might have thought he was a girl they could violate. As much as that helped though, it had the opposite effect for stallions who were actually into that sort of stuff, as the other male the first one was speaking to was locking eyes with him. A lick of his lips told what he was thinking, and Path was actually glad when Dosie gave him a full tray of drinks so he could go away. As he went to deliver the drinks though, he swore he could feel that stallions eyes staring at him still, and particularly at his backside. Maybe it was a trick of his mind, but he felt like his ass was being peered at through his frilly skirt.

When the pegasus couldn’t shake these feelings, he decided to look back just to debunk them. Unfortunately, he not only found that the stallion had actually continued to stare, but he noticed that the back end of his dress skirt was flipped upwards. The bar stallion had been a unicorn, a fact Path didn’t realize because he was too busy trying to ignore him in the first place. Now he was making that really difficult to do, if not impossible for a pony as self conscious as Pathfinder. Had he not been holding a tray full of drinks, he would have pulled the skirt back down. Full as they were, he would just have to bare with it till he was out of the unicorn’s range.

He kept moving along, his rear end exposed, back to the tables. He couldn’t let this detract from his drinks to their intended consumers one by one, strategically angling himself to keep his rump out of view. He didn’t need to try too hard with most. Those still preoccupied with their dancers or conscripted servers barely noticing the sissy stallion setting drinks on their table before taking his leave, and for some reason many of the seats had become vacant, their occupants crowding together at the club’s entrance. It was fairly easy for him to get through his first round trip, delivering each order quickly and quietly enough to not have his backside seen.

It was not until he gathered up a second plate of drinks that he started having problems. The unicorn still hadn’t given up with his childish antics, even after Pathfinder had struggled to pull it down once he had the chance. If anything, it enticed the stallion to do it more, flipping the skirt back up even higher, so far that it raised up the the back of dress enough to expose the lower part of Path’s bare back. Ignoring it was Path’s only option, having to deliver more drinks.

Returning to the tables, complications began rising. The raised angle of the skirt was too obtrusive for ponies to not notice, nor to not see why it was that way, or how much of an impact it was making on the stallion wearing it. What dominant could ignore such a public shaming of a sub.

“Heeeeyyy, that’s a really interesting cutiemark you got there.” said a particularly snickered up member who caught a partial glimpse of the pegasus’ panty clad ass. “Mind if I get a closer look?”

Path sensed a hand lingering near the strap of his girly underwear, and instinctively he pulled away before the fingers could take hold of it. With haste he went to his next destination, believing that as long as he kept moving he would be ok and unmolested. How wrong he was.

The attempt to ignore and avoid violation only drew in the attention of the members, each tasting blood in the waters that was this club room. Now, every time Path passed by somepony, they would find a bit of exposed flesh and attack it with a graze of their fingers. The first one slid across his outer thigh, the initial touch sending a shock through his leg, directly to his crotch. He didn’t even catch who had done it, but it he did catch notice of the uncomfortable boner pushing out from his panties, poking up against the inside of his dress’ skirt front.

He was not alone either, as the next assault on his body was a firm rubbing of his cock head through that fabric. This time he was able to see who had dared, and it was a female earth mare. With a devilish grin she cupped Path’s flared head, causing him to wince from the sensation of pleasure he felt from her touch. Path neither had the want or the time for this, as he needed to uphold his part of his deal with Schorl, to be a server for these ponies who were molesting him where he stood.

“I think one of those Manehattens are mine.” the mare said, her touches and rubs not ceasing for as long as Path was in her reach. To fix this, Path quickly set down her ordered drink, then went off with trembling hands to the next destination.

More grazing of fingers met with Path as he walked, members waiting till he passed to take an opportunity touch. Some made it quick, giving the dressed up pegasus stallion a jolt of sensation that sparked his mind as quickly as it came. Others lingered much longer, keeping their flesh contacted with Path’s as long as possible. Long since had it stop being restricted to only those who had some form of sexual interest with the pegasus. This had become sport for all involved, to see who would get the made up male to crack under the pressure.

Path couldn’t even try to avoid the hoard of hands hunting for his skin. He instead tried to endure it all, clenching his muscles, tensing up even his thoughts to prepare against what he now knew was going to come. He managed to get roughly half his tray emptied this way, with three full glasses of alcohol remaining a top it.

Just a few more… Path thought, trying to hype himself up, trying to ignore the fact that after this he’d still have several trays let to hand out. He was feeling like he could do it. His hand were shaking, his breath was heavy, but he could make it. That was until…

A hand slipped up the front of his dres, passing easily up the skirt to it’s waist band. Path, like before, did his best to plow through it, not concerning himself with anything the hand was doing or where it was coming from. The hand wasn’t going to allow it. It had a target, and it was going to get it. With a curling of a pointer and index finger, the hand pulled down. They hooked the pair of panties Path was wearing, pulling off his crotch with a single motion that was only hindered by a brief brush across Path’s plumped up penis, brought to erection from all the groping his body had received. With the cloth now out of the way, the hand went back up to make contact with the sex organ, gripping it firmly in its palm.

Within a split second, Path was able to tell that this hand was masculine in nature. The size of it along with its grip strength couldn’t make him believe anything else. Some guy was groping his dick, squeezing it, moving his hand along it, savoring the feel of his engorged stallionhood in his hand. Not only that, but he was doing a fairly good job at it. Path’s mind was in shock, but his dick knew how to react in the presence of stimulation. Perhaps his dick was more reactive to it because its owner was in such a stunned state, but whether or not that were actually the case, Path found his most personal body part twitching happily in the hands of this strange stallion.

That was the breaking point, and with a jump and a shrill scream, Path got away from the stallion and in the process dropped everything he had been holding. The glasses shattered against the hard floor, glass and alcohol spilling out in all directions. It was an instant mess, one that the members found amusing. While the nameless stallion had been the victor, they all played part in making Path’s accident. As a united front, they group congratulated one another with a round of laughter. In his defeat, Path could only hang his head in shame.

In a few moments, Path found a broom and dustpan shoved into his hands. Looking up at the deliverer of these items, he saw Sweet Mint glaring into his eyes. “Don’t just stand there. Clean up after yourself.”

That was all the unicorn said as she turned around, leaving Path in the middle of everything. Little by little, the members all turned away from Path as well, all having gotten all the enjoyment they were going to get from this specticule. With the initial humiliation fading, Pathfinder found himself standing there blankly, fluids drenching his hooves. After a short while, the only embarrassment he felt came from his feelings of cluelessness. Beyond his outburst, no pony seemed to care about him or what he was doing. No longer being molested or peered at, Path pulled his panties back up, and got to cleaning up the shattered glass and spilled fluids off the floor, completely unaware that the reason he was doing all this had been watching him from a distance when he was being violated.

Path started his new chore, assuming that he was to clean up everything. To his surprise, Sweet Mint joined him with a mop shortly after. Together it only took ten minutes to get everything back the way it was before the incident, if perhaps with the floor a little stickier than before in some hard to reach areas.

“That’s good enough,” Mint said, satisfied with the progress they had made, “Grab your stuff and come with me.”

Path did as he was told, grabbing his dustpan full of glass shards and following her through the room. The unicorn headed to a far wall right of the stage. There, she opened a door that blended into the wall in the club’s current darkness, showing it to be a janitorial closet. First thing she did was place both her bucket and mop into a sizable sink held within.

“Place your shards in the garbage can over there.” Mint said, running water over her mop’s head to clean out the alcohol inside.

Path complied, and as he dumped his trash in the receptacle. “Sorry.” he apologized, knowing he had messed up, and hoping this didn’t screw up his chances to see his daughter,

“Don’t be too upset.” Mint reassured, “I saw what was happening. There was little chance of an untrained slave to endure all that. All things considering, you did well, but you dropping your tray was unavoidable.”

“That’s… very reasonable of you.” Path said, caught a bit off guard at Mint’s rationality.

“You did nothing wrong, considering you skill level. It was clear that you didn’t do so intentionally, and that the members were looking for the results that happened. Those that enjoy the mistress’ facilities often find sport in inflicting cruelties on the slaves. All things considering, this time was fairly tame, but it is still a problem.”

“A problem?” Path asked, somewhat confused hearing that. He had come to believe that tormenting the slaves was encouraged.

“The mistress knows and respects the needs and urges of her patrons, but in many cases they take things too far, or express their sadism in inappropriate places. She can hardly scold them for their behavior, seeing as their money is what keeps the facility running, but she does try to dissuade it though.”

“Huh…”

“Do try to understand, the mistress isn’t a monster.” Mint said with complete sincerity, “She just has a lot of ideas most other ponies would find extreme or unusual.”

“I’d say that slavery is a little more than extreme.” Path replied.

“I would expect that from somepony like yourself. One who doesn’t understand the nature of dominance and submission.”

“Hey, I’ve done my fair share of BDSM play with-”

“As you just said, all you did was play it. The mistress lives it and bases her entire life around the concepts of it.”

To Path, it just sounded like Schorl was taking her bondage to an obsessive level. Then again, there was little point arguing everything he saw wrong with the mare’s philosophy with her personal servant. It would do little to change the situation he was in, even if he could break through the apparent indoctrination this unicorn had instilled into her. This conversation did reveal something to the pegasus though. That Schorl had some form of limits, and that while she didn’t strongly enforce them on those who paid for her services, she would prefer that everypony followed them.

As Pathfinder wondered if he could use this somehow, and whether it could get him and Scylla out of there, Mint pulled out a folding chair. She placed it just outside of closet, then told Path, “Have a seat. You’ve earned a break.”

“Well thank you.” Path said, happy to do as he was told.

“A short break, while I sort out who still needs to be served the drinks you spilt.”

“I got it…” Path answered, not very happy about how accusatory Mint suddenly. Then again, she probably didn’t mean it as such, and it was just a misphrasing or poor inflection. His ‘accident’ was causing her more work, and it was easy to see how that could make anypony a little indignant.

With that, the mare left Path to his own little part of the room, a distance away from every other pony in it. Path intended to use this time to try and relax his mind, perhaps even sneak in a small nap, but as soon as he shut his eyes he heard an announcement.

“Fillies and Gentlecolts, today we have a real treat for you all. Our gracious host, Lady Tourmaline, has decided that she would wish to perform this evening, and entertain you all in song as you enjoy the pleasures of her club.”

Upon opening his eyes, he found the club’s lighting had grown darker, and that all the other ponies in the room were bring their conversations to low murmurs. Apparently this was something big, and despite his want to rest, Path had to admit that this was something that caught his attention and interest as well.