"Can you be a doll and slowly turn around for me?" the female leader asked.
Rayne did as she was asked and slowly turned to face the shower head.
"Simply stunning! Large breasts and a round butt! You, my dear, will be treated like a queen!"
The leader's enthusiasm only grew more with every glance. Rayne only prayed that she would move on quickly and leave her alone.
She could see that most of the other girls now looked at her with jealousy and even hatred. The more she was complimented, the more the others began to feel jealous.
After what felt like an eternity, the leader was finally satisfied with her inspection of Rayne and moved on to the next person.
The next girl was about Rayne's age, maybe a year or two older, and was also a pretty blonde. The shower helped unmask her pretty facial features, making her one of the prettiest ones in the group.
"Tamara, right?" asked the leader, nodding.
"Yes, ma'am," she answered softly.
Unlike Rayne and the others, she stood straight up with her head held high, making it seem like she was at an audition for a modeling event.
"You have good proportions, and your skin hasn't been too damaged. We can fix that," the leader commented while taking notes.
Tamara frowned slightly, but then turned around on her own initiative, showing off her larger than average ass.
Instead of hoping to hear some praise, the instructor simply nodded her head.
While her curves were indeed sexier than the average person, compared to Rayne, she was lacking.
Understanding that her moment of glory was snuffed by Rayne, she turned her head to angrily glare at her. The more she looked at her, the angrier she became.
Rayne immediately felt the hostility from Tamara and sighed.
Why do some females become so sensitive to the wrong thing? We're being held captive here, yet she's feeling jealous of my appearance!
She turned her attention away from Tamara and the leader and walked over to the small bench to dry herself with a towel.
Most of the other girls turned their heads with jealousy, even gossiping about her.
Only the older girl came over and looked at her with sympathy. "They don't know right from wrong. Being exceptionally beautiful only paints a larger target on your back," she said calmly.
Rayne looked up at her and nodded, "Their comments don't bother me. But it's like you said, we're not here to compete in a beauty pageant. We're only here to be used by those at the top."
She nodded, "I'm Helmi. What's your name?"
"I'm Rayne, nice to meet you," smiled Rayne. She could tell that Helmi was one of the few, if not only, girls here who knew that danger they were in.
"Let's try to stick together, Rayne. I feel like our time here isn't going to be as wonderful as the instructor makes it out to be," she said calmly.
Rayne answered with a smile, nodding her head. Just as they were finished speaking, the leader finished taking notes on the last of the girls.
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