Thread: Unethical Purchase

Lox smiled deviously when his driver pulled into the wide open market place that serviced quite a few elite regardless of it's shabby appearance. Being well off himself, it wasn't hard for him to spot certain individuals browsing about the area pretending to be more common and failing miserably. It was simply to hard for most of them to shake off the air of authority and power that accompanied wealth, and even dressed in more normal cloths abate very expensive designer cloths spotting an elite and the butler or servant following them around was as easy as telling day from night. Though he left his own maids and butlers at home today he was just as easily spotted by the hawkers selling everything from bootleg products to authentic merchandise that was most likely acquired by unsavory means. It was hot here in Bangkok, and the high humidity almost immediately made him start sweating but luckily his driver had dropped him off close to his place of business, and what he was here to buy only made him smile all the more. Lox was here for the looked down upon purchase of a personal slave, and while there were plenty of peddlers all around the world he had done a lot of research just to find the slave that suited his tastes. It didn't surprise him that the best quality appeared was produced in a place like this, but he didn't question that fact and only counted himself as lucky for finding the peculiar quirk that he knew other slavers would likely refuse to sell to him. Personally, he wanted a slave of the canine breed because for as long as he could remember they had always been his favorite of the hundreds of species that ran across the earth. What made his taste for them exceedingly strange was the fact that he was a neko, and while kitties and doggies were notorious for going at each others throats he couldn't help the intense urge to dominate them in bed. Because of his species he had only a handful of experiences with taking canines to bed, but every single encounter was well preserved in his memory as both terribly intense and deliciously carnal and literally becoming a fetish of his. He had slaved in each of those relationships to bed the few woman he could, and it was never more than a one night stand that he refused to repeat. He desired a puppy of his own to take as he pleased, and this place was where he could acquire the best playmate for the thousands spent today. Though most of the female workers at his company found him attractive, and he could have his pick of dozens of woman the desire to take a canine wouldn't be quieted by anything less. Stepping through the glass door of a more modern and well made building the secretary at the front desk had been instructed on taking him into the back as soon as he arrived, but it wasn't hard given his appearance. Lox was tall, standing about six feet and four inches with well fitting cloths over a slightly muscular frame but what made him stand out like a sore thumb was his hair color. His hair was as white as snow long with the soft fur of his ears and long tail, and with distinct crimson eyes it was easy enough for anyone to identify him where ever he went. All the better as he was led into a comfortable lounge where an attractive vixen awaited him with two fresh glasses of red wine. A pleasure to see you master Lox, I hope the flight hasn't unduly affected you from your island home. Your personal servant will be with us shortly but in the mean time would you care for a drop of wine? In all honesty he was so wound tight he was thinking of jumping the slavers bones at that moment but he smiled affectionately and accepted the glass, sipping and chatting with the woman for a bit while his playmate was brought out. Just viewing the pictures sent of his purchase sent shivers of pleasure running down his spine, and the very tip of his tail flicked back and forth in almost an agitated manner at having to wait. His payment had been up front, and all negotiations were done before his arrival so the only thing left was to pick up his puppy and whisk her away to a more private setting. If she turned out as delightful as Miss Vixy had described then the woman might very well have a lot more business from him. Gods he wished they would hurry the hell up, he had to cross his legs to keep from scandalizing himself to the smiling fox across from him.