Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

The party continued on for what felt like a lifetime, however with such high profile guests Tyson was sure that no one was about to tell them to leave. There were certainly perks to travelling in such company, even if most of the time Tyson felt as though he and his comrades didnt entirely belong. There was much dancing and drinking, a couple of smashed objects, everything seemed perfectly normal. Throughout the night Tyson would glance to the little glass enclosure, eyeing his new pet. The whole thing seemed surreal. Slaves were some of the most expensive additions to this new world, their purchase price continuing the industry and allowing for the accumulation of more humans. As their masters generally long outlived their slaves, there was always a need for more of them. The trend now was to have as many as possible it seemed, turning beautiful mansions almost into Harems. Other Fae seemed quite content with their purchases, and it wasnt for him to tell another what to do with their money. Feeling pleasantly intoxicated but still coherent Tyson rose from where he sat at an empty table, saying goodbye to some of the last stragglers and approaching the glass once again. Are you ready to take her home misterKersk? Her handler eyed the sleek black leather folio in his hand, before extending it to Tyson. The words Olibron and Co. written in scrawling script across the bottom right corner. Whats this? Tyson asked, opening the folder and looking through the many pages. Written on the very top of the page in large letters was her name, and quite a long, odd one at that. But the short of it was Tulip. Her paperwork Mr. Kersk. Everything should be in order, all shots have been administered, and vaccinations up to date. Tyson nearly burst out laughing, but merely bit is bottom lip, holding back a grin and he looked over the sheet tabbed Injections and Enhancements. His expression changed then, glancing at the bottom of the page. What the hell is Olfactory Adjustment? And why was it 800?! Did you give this poor girl plastic surgery? He demanded, the handler laughed and shook his head, raising his hands in defense. What? No no, she was just as pretty when we found her. Its more like a tweak, if you will. So they can pick out their masters scent amongst all other scents, in case they were to get lost or something of the sort. This was obviously a massive understatement, but Tyson was rather ignorant to the purchasing side of the slave trade, only seeing them dirty and hungry from the wall. Denton tapped on the glass again, rousing the girl an grasping onto the red leash, offering the end to Tyson. He swallowed thickly, closing the folder and accepting it, almost too afraid to look at the creature on the other end. They had certainly worked whatever mystery magic they had had on her, she looked perfect, almost too perfect. Have fun you two! Denton called almost mockingly, perhaps he could feel the tension inside Tyson, it was twisting on his insides, making him feel almost like he was going to vomit, but he was sure the alcohol had something to do with it. Tyson didnt know what to do with the leash, if he should hold it as if he were walking his dog, or more tightly, or loosely Pushing the thought aside as they approached the main entrance, giving the staff a nod and leading tulip out of the building, and stopping on the curb. He let go of the leash, raising his fingers to his mouth and letting out a shrill whistle, to which a sleek black car pulled up in front of them. Tyson pulled open the door to the back seat, looking at Tulip and motioning for her to get in, before climbing in himself and shutting the door. He gave the driver directions back to his house, letting out a breath he had not realized he had been holding. His vision strayed to the left, watching the petite girl from the corner of his eye. He glanced to the little metal tag which hung from the red collar around her neck, reading Property of Tyson. He frowned, turning his torso in her direction. I cant.. Its just tooHere. He had tried to explain his intentions to Tulip, but she made him feel so tongue-tied that he couldnt get it out, preferring to simply reach out and undo the collar, pulling it from around her slender throat. Thats better. He said simply, leaning back against the seat and taking a deep breath. If he was going to have a slave, he wasnt going to treat her like an animal. Too many had done such to his kind, and Tyson was not about to proliferate the past.