My name is Prosperity Armitage. My father is Lothario Armitage, an influential businessman in the Empire - until this morning. You see, twenty years ago, when he took his pregnant breeding slave in for a sonogram and was informed the child was female, he decided to forge evidence that his slave had miscarried, and when I was born, he raised me in secret. For my entire life, I never left our opulent house, so though I grew up within the borders of the MDE and was aware of its philosophy regarding women, I never went through the education that my sex destined me for. Daddy always told me I was his "special girl" and deserved better than our society thought. Between this and my family's wealth, I grew up to be proud and headstrong, spending my days reading feminist literature online in my lavishly-furnished bedroom.

At 6:14 this morning, however, I was awoken by the the sound of DFA agents breaking down the door to our home. Apparently one of the neighbors saw me walking around in inappropriately modest clothes through the window, put two and two together, and tipped off the authorities. The DFA accused my father of hiding me to use as an unregistered slave, which is of course untrue, as a humiliating medical examination on our kitchen counter revealed. Nonetheless, Lothario Armitage has been brought up on criminal charges, and I've been taken from my home to a storage facility, where I await immediate transfer to either a remedial cunt-training school or the auction block.

(OOC: I'm up for pretty much anything! Looking forward to getting involved!)