Your POV
Today is the day you have been dreading your whole life, your thirteenth birthday has come and passed and as is the law of all lands your name is to be entered for a drawing. Sadly, it's not a drawing where you win something, this drawing is to find 50 boys and girls to offer to Her Imperious Condescension. Around 20 years ago Her Imperious Condescension arrived with an army of spaceships from a planet they called Alternia, A pact was made where we agreed to offer up 50 kids that are 13 years of age and they agreed to not destroy us.
No one knows if there name has been drawn until the collectors show up at your door. You can feel the tension in your household, the unspoken worry that your name will be drawn. No one says anything, we just try to go on normally, throwing nervous glances out the window. The odds of your name being drawn was slim though, with a couple thousand kids your age that are also having there name in the drawing.
As the sky started growing dark you allowed yourself to relax, you survived the drawing. The sound of a car door closing and banging at the door caused everyone to jump in their skins. No. This can't actually be happening. You silently watch your father as he got up and walked to the door and opened it. Standing there were two collectors, grim faced and rigged.
"[F/N] [L/N] has been selected as one of the few to be offered to Her Imperious Condescension, this is a very honorable position for she will help ensure the safety of our home and future generations." One of them recited the statement.
My mom bursted out in tears as I slowly stood and walked to the door. There was no running, they would catch me and my family would be punished. The collectors grabbed my arms and escorted me to their car. I didn't look back at my family, I knew it would only make it harder.
I was driven to the airport where a private plane that already had a couple of other passengers was waiting to take us to the nations Capitol where the selected kids would be collected and sent to Alternia, where their fate was unknown.
You and the rest of the kids where ushered onto a spaceship by the alien trolls, and you helplessly watched as the home you love quickly vanishes from sight.
*7 year time skip brought to you by Dave Strider*
You watch expressionlessly as a new girl is thrown into the room and as always the door is slammed closed and locked. You sighed and stood up, making your way to the new girl. You had been there the longest out of everyone and you are expected to inform the new ones. You hated this, but you eventually learned to push your feelings away. You did what you had to do to avoid punishment. Of course, by behaving, you were more favorable and are picked more often for the customers then the others were.
Equius' POV
"Welcome back Mr. Makara! I presume this is Mr. Zahhak that you said you would be bringing with?" The club owner greeted.
"YoUrE mOtHeRfUcKiNg RiGhT mOtHeRfUcKeR." Gamzee replied "yOu BeTtEr SeT hIm Up WiTh OnE tHaT hAs MoThErFuCkInG eXpErIaNcE sInCe ThIs Is HiS fIrSt MoThErFuCkInG tImE aT a JoInT lIkE tHiS."
"Yes sir Mr. Makara. If you will follow me we will get you two set up." The club owner lead us to separate rooms telling you to get comfortable and enjoy the show. You sat down on the couch and waited a minute or two, wishing you had a towel, when the girl entered. You had to do a double take because she looked so much like Nepeta, even though she was human. You watched her silently as she walked over to the pole in the center of the room. All you could see was Nepeta, you couldn't do this. You had to end this now.
Your POV
You and the new girl were fetched from the room, you were a little worried about her since you didn't have enough time to prep her. Though you guess it's better then nothing, you didn't have any sort of prep when you had first arrived, but you were smart and learned quickly. You heard a honk when the new girl was sent into the first room and you winced in sympathy knowing who was behind that door. You take a breath and enter the next room, sitting on the couch was a guy you hadn't seen before, it wasn't unusual for you to get the new customers, but he seemed, different, like he didn't want to be there. You push that thought away as you begin your routine at the stripper pole
