As Jeff remained dormant in almost complete darkness, with the odd audial cue hinting towards him what was going on (footsteps, keys jingling, a car engine starting, et cetera), he began to feel some slight concern. He knew nothing about whoever it was that had just purchased him, and he most certainly had no idea about where he was being taken, or what it was he was going to be used for. He started to think that he should have chosen another, more specific option.....
After what simultaneously felt like an instant and an eternity, Jeff was taken out of the man’s pocket and placed, still in his wrapper, on a wooden bench in what seemed to be a locker room. Standing around him were fifteen different women in rugby uniforms who all looked as though they were highly athletic, given their toned muscles and sporty attire. Jeff began to put two and two together, but his thinking was interrupted by the voice of the man who had purchased him.
“Okay, girls. I managed to buy this one piece of soap. It was the only one left, so I don’t want to hear any complaining. You’re all going to have to use and share it. You have a half hour to use the showers, before you need to change and we get on the bus. Now let’s go. Hustle!”
The man exited the locker room (which Jeff was only able to pick up on due to the sound of a door opening and closing, given how his point of view was aimed permanently at the ceiling, and he heard the girls begin to mutter and talk amongst themselves. Words like “cheapskate” and “asshole” were tossed around, supposedly aimed at the man who was no longer in the room with them.