She wasn't quite the 'slave' as much as she was a trophy eager to learn about her fellow superiors. Her voice sang into the bushes, her lyrics much different than the powerful males and females that ran in Arcanum. Wasn't that much a difference or no? From the belly of the bushes, rumbled the massive brute, whose icon towered over hers but was of similar build. "Valentine is quite the name for quite the charmer." A small smile coiled her features before it would fade as quickly as it came, plume swaying behind her, frayed at the ends, but she wasn't vain enough to fix it up, which was likely to the surprise of the slate.
The colbalt gaze of the brute retreated from the bushes as he exposed himself to his smaller subordinate. The harlot would patiently wait for his speech to come rumbling like an earthquake once more, ears swiveling forth to welcome the sound rather than showing submission. Her skin was tight, in case he thought this little bitch was fragile. In fact, she was a volatile bomb, seconds ticking away. Minutes seemed to tick by, until his voice would finally sound, requesting of what she had desired. Would this beast fall for the beauty? Or would she truly emerge as just a toy for this giant male to play rough with? "The real question is," A coy smile writhed her features, dissipating quickly. "What do you want from your playthings? Do you play rough or gentle with them?" Ah, she was so curious about this male. Was he the one to beat toys into sense of working like well-oiled gears in a machine, or was he like a father to them, trying hardest not to break the fragile toys that could be.
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