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In the morning the manager panics briefly before finding her outside.

He's struck by the sight of her, as erotic as any of the theater's films, present in the flesh. He takes her back inside and fucks her until opening hours.

He also calls the owner, and explains the outline of the plan he comes up with. It isn't very complicated. The owner has a circular bed with latex sheets delivered to the theater. They place it in the center of the lobby, rearranging the place around it. The next part he feels vaguely guilty about, but he does it anyway. To keep the nymph from wandering off, they get a long, light chain and a collar for her, and bolt the chain to the floor behind the bed.

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The nymph isn't sure how to feel about this.

The collar around her neck seems functional rather than serving as an (abhorrent) covering, but that function itself is confusing. She likes the soft resting place that's been provided for her, even if it squeaks too much and smells odd, but every time she wanders too far from it, the chain pulls taut and stops her from going further.

This is annoying, at first. But then some new humans arrive, and some of them, they look at her and a desire kindles inside them. And suddenly she understands: restraining her is, or at least can be, a sex act. That makes it okay.

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Over the next year, the theater becomes very popular, slowly renovating its lobby until the screening of pornographic films is almost an afterthought.

Early on, someone deduces the species of flower that makes up the nymph's field, and looks it up, and gives her her spoken name. Ensi. Short for Camoensia. It sticks.

Ensi slowly comes to be regarded as mascot, more than a simple prurient attraction, especially once she picks up enough Common to hold a basic conversation. She never spends long without a cock in her, but a few regulars also start confiding in her, telling her about their day, teaching her to read and bringing her books.

The owner and the manager and many of the less scrupulous regulars get nervous about this. They let Ensi off her chain pretty often these days, now that they can talk to each other understandably and she understands her situation better, and they experience a sort of nebulous, wordless dread of Ensi learning that there is more to the world than them. They don't put a stop to it, but they do try to steer what kind of reading material Ensi is given. She's so wonderfully cooperative and enthusiastic, and is making them a lot of money, after all.

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Ensi loves her life.

Sure, she's fascinated by new knowledge, but most of the books she actually asks for are books about sex itself. She wants to understand all the intricacies of the Most Important Thing In the Universe, from all possible perspectives.

Unfortunately, it is this, rather than finding some competing interest, that makes the theater-owner's fears come true.

She learned to pick the lock to her chain ages ago, but this is the first time she actually does it. She barges into the manager's office, exclaiming, "Do humans really punish each other for having sex, sometimes?!"

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