Katrina was a sweet young girl, barely 17, and she loved her papa more than she could ever tell. Her papa however had a small problem, a gambling problem. One night when her father was out he ran out of things to bet, already in debt he made a deal for a double or nothing solution. He bet his daughter, if he won, he got his house, his money, and much more back. But if he lost, his life and his daughter would be forfeit. She would be sold to the highest bidder and he would be six foot under.
Lady luck had abandoned him years ago and sure enough he lost. He fled to his home and tried to prepare his daughter to run away. Unfortunately the collectors showed up before he could get them out the door. He was killed and she was taken far away to be sold on the black market. She was cleansed and prettied up and shoved out onto the sales floor for the men behind the glass to view. She was bought rather quickly most of the men not finding her petite 5' frame or her odd eyes. She went for a small price of 250k, which was rather cheap at the time considering virgins just weren't common anymore.
She was shoved into a car, transported to her new home and shoved in a small room with the final words of "Your training starts in two hours. Get what rest you can for you will be trained in the proper dances, songs, and techniques needed to please your new master." the words were snarled and rather rough from the mans disgust of the new girl. Soon she would be shown some very beautiful dances that hailed originally from the middle eastern region as well as some saucy ballroom dances, all of which meant to seduce and entice her owner. She would learn melodies to please the ear, and of course...she would learn the proper way her master preferred to be pleasured when they were alone.