A collar often represented control and obedience.
Unlike Miss Esnie's black collar, Itra's silver collar was far more explicit. This was no longer a hint-it was an outright declaration.
The moment she saw the collar, Itra's face flushed crimson. She understood what Jonas meant almost instantly.
He wanted me to become his sex slave?
The Earth Gang's stronghold was rooted in the Aphrodite District, so Itra had naturally heard and seen plenty of such things.
Compared with beautiful prostitutes, the people at the helm of these conglomerates preferred women they could not have.
By their standards, Miss Itra clearly fit the description of "unattainable." As the leader of the Earth Gang, she was, in a sense, one of the most prominent figures in the Vordell District... Someone at the very top of a Second District naturally inspired a powerful desire for conquest.
Or rather, ordinary people would not even dare harbor any improper thoughts about her. The gap in their status was simply too vast.
Taking a deep breath, Itra spoke:
"Are you sure you'll let them go once I agree to your terms?"
Those terms naturally meant more than simply putting on a collar. They meant accepting everything that act represented...
Accepting a humiliating identity and belonging entirely to the man before her.
"Of course."
Jonas answered affirmatively, though he added something in his mind.
But if they come to me of their own accord, that's nothing to do with me.
This streamer's whole game is exploiting information gaps!
Hearing this, Itra bit her lip, looking deeply conflicted. Only after a long while did she speak:
"I... accept your terms."
At her words, Jonas smiled and praised her:
"A wise choice."
Then the young woman felt something being fastened around her neck.
The sense of restraint left Itra feeling