The second Jenny had heard about ribbon-devices in passing, at a seedy little bar where she had been hoping to hire a mercenary or two, she knew without a doubt that she had to have one for herself. Such a simple and elegant weapon sounded too good to be true, and her Master, oh how he would love it.

Another step towards her path to goddess-hood. A step that she knew would be fully and brilliantly rewarded.

It hadn't been difficult to get herself situated in Osiris' outpost on the mining planet Anon. At first she had found it ridiculously arrogant - who would ever name themselves after a group of beings that almost nearly rival the Time Lords in power? She had laughed and scorned, reminding herself how easily it could be to manipulate cockiness like that.

Oh, this would be fun!

So there she was, entering her second week as a disgusting slave waiting on disgusting Goa'ulds who couldn't even maintain power without being dependent on a host. But tonight was the night. Tonight Osiris would be here and her keeper's mind had been so easily manipulated into picking Jenny to serve tonight.

She had put the most in her appearance: hair down and curled, make up carefully applied to her face, tight fitting gold bodice clutching her curves with a semi-transparent scarlet silk skirt that swished as she walked. Seduction as the master taught her was easy enough, and she had seen other passing Goa'ulds pick slaves for fun. The Master had taught her well, taught her how to use her every advantage.

Jenny knelt, head bent, as she waited for this so called god to enter the chamber.