Ray woke to the sound of the lock turning and the door opening, a different female attendant stepping inside with a bucket of warm water and a set of plain dark clothes.
"Please strip," the woman commanded which left Ray a little shaken at first but in truth he couldn’t refuse because of the leash on his neck.
Slowly he stripped while the attendant looked at him with an expressionless face until she saw how built his physique was under the cloth he wore.
His build looked more defined and amusing now that she saw it and she couldn’t help but blush, but Ray knew this was all thanks to his [Six Winged Physique].
The water ran down his skin while the attendant watched, her earlier boredom cracking just enough for her eyes to linger a second longer than necessary before she cleared her throat and looked away.
Once he was clean she tossed him the clothes, a simple black shirt and trousers that fit tighter than necessary across the chest and thighs, then she fastened a thin metal band around his left wrist that glowed faintly when it locked.
"That’s a staff marker, it tracks your location inside the building and records hours worked, try to leave the grounds without permission and it will shock you until you drop," she explained while checking the collar around his neck to make sure it was still secure, her fingers brushing the metal a little more carefully than before.
Ray followed her out of the room and up the stairs into the main staff corridor, the motel was already active with a few early morning workers, most of them women in dark uniforms who glanced at him as they passed and then looked away as if he were just another piece of furniture.
The attendant led him to a small side office where the sharp looking desk woman from the night before sat behind a thicker ledger, her eyes lifting the moment he entered.
"New male stock, Ray, purchased by Lady Seris last night for fifty eight gold, assigned to night shift rotation under the free use floor starting this evening," she read aloud from the page before dipping a pen and writing something down.
She looked up at him fully for the first time, her gaze pausing briefly on the way the new shirt stretched across his shoulders.
"The rules are pretty simple, you will service any registered client who requests you during your shift hours, refusal is not permitted unless the client violates house safety codes, you will keep yourself clean and available at all times while on duty, performance is graded and poor ratings will result in reduced meals or transfer to the lower punishment rooms," she said in a flat tone that left no room for questions.
Ray stood there listening while the system window flickering at the edge of his vision as if reacting to the words.
The desk woman closed the ledger and gestured toward the door.
"You have the day to learn the layout, stay out of the private suites and the upper floors, report to the night hall at sundown, that is all," she finished, already turning back to her papers.
The attendant who had brought him escorted him back into the corridor.
"Also, friendly advice, try not to cause trouble for your own sake", She said carefully before walking away without looking back, though she glanced over her shoulder once before turning the corner.
Ray spent the next few hours moving through the allowed areas of the Black Orchid, mapping the halls and common rooms in his mind, noting the positions of the guards and the soft eyed women who worked the front desk and the kitchens.
Most of the other male staff he saw were reserved than him with heads lowered as they walked, their collars were identical to his and their expressions had already worn down by whatever the nights demanded of them.
Around midday he was given a simple meal in the staff kitchen, plain bread and stew that still tasted better than anything he had been given in the cages, and he ate it while sitting alone at the end of a long table.
A few of the female workers watched him from across the room, whispering among themselves, one of them even smiling faintly when their eyes met before she quickly looked down at her own plate.
When the sun finally began to drop behind the capital’s towers a different attendant found him and led him toward the night hall on the second floor, a wide room with low lighting, cushioned seating arranged in private alcoves, and a long mirrored wall that reflected every movement.
Several other men were already present, standing or sitting in designated spots, their clothes similar to his and their eyes fixed on the floor.
A senior staff woman in a dark coat walked in and clapped her hands once for attention.
"Night shift begins now, clients will start arriving within the hour, you will remain in this hall until called, when a client selects you you will follow without delay, remember the house standard and do not embarrass the Black Orchid," she announced, her gaze sweeping over the line of men before settling briefly on Ray.
She paused in front of him longer than the others, eyes flicking over his frame the same way the morning attendant had.
"You are the new one Lady Seris paid extra for, do not waste her money," she said, then moved on.