Afternoon overtook morning in the city of Ler before Dani awoke the next day. A lovely cool breeze wafted into her room through the open window, along with the scents of food and the shouts of the open-air vendors. The whir of shuttle traffic and music from buskers of varying talents created the constant hum of activity Dani had grown used to hearing outside her room. She fingered the collar around her neck with its tracking device. Every slave wore one, preventing escape from their respective brothels.