"Ha ha...!" At least he had a sense of humor about it, and she appreciated that. It wasn't easy in this kind of place, she'd take whatever she could get.

But. He had to know the truth eventually. Orihime's smile faded, and she exhaled heavily. Chloe had been blunt and straightforward about it, and Orihime had appreciated that. She just hoped this guy didn't lose his temper and draw his sword to cut her head off out of sheer frustration.

"It's sexual," she said, unable to look at him. "I wasn't here for the first one. I avoided the second one by staying in my apartment for a week. But that's what they expect from us."

Orihime raised her hand to touch the side of her neck. The bruise had long since faded, but she still remembered the phantom ache. "They put a microchip inside of us that affects our chemical balance. If we try to get it out, it moves, and sometimes it'll hurt intensely."

Her gaze flicked to Jin, then fell to the table again. "I'm sorry. I wish I had something nicer to tell you."