“In their eyes we might as well be, I suppose.” He shakes his head with a sigh. He had come to push many of these thoughts to the back of his mind as he just tried to live here peacefully. But seeing newcomers and their distress always seemed to bring them out again.

“Unfortunately there’s not much to be done about it, especially those of us who have been designated as submissives. Contracting with a dominant is the best way for us to survive. Particularly since you will get punished for that as well if you don’t.”

Obi-Wan opted for some chamomile and mint tea, deciding it would be soothing for Phoebe’s distressed state.