Re: Viewing Rooms: Peter Quill & Tessa Prescott
Tessa had been moving around, going from one photo shoot to another, that she hadn't felt the desire or the need to own a slave. After all, that would mean paying for them to travel as well. Not that money had any real bearing on why she hadn't had a slave. No, Tessa had plenty of money. She'd just never really had the need for a slave before now.
Through the years, there had been an abundance of men and women to fill her bed if she'd wanted it. Then there had been her ex, a man whom she'd thought she was in love with and had occupied her time. Now, however, she was setting up shop on the island. This was going to be her oasis and hideaway. The house had just been completed and with the holidays right around the corner, she wanted something or someone to entertain her.
As she made her way through the different viewing rooms, none of the slaves up for auction seemed to do it for her. Tessa didn't want some scared little shit that would pussy foot around her home. She wanted someone that would test her patience and keep things lively. Just as she was giving up hope, she passed by a room and heard the voice of a guy trying to strike a deal with the guards. Smirking a little at the guy's audacity, she moved closer to the room and finally gestured to be let in.
"What kind of birthday party are you planning on throwing," she asked with a smirk and a seductive tilt to her hips as she leaned up against the door frame.