Auction Room: Darcy and Seraphina
Darcy remind silent and compliant as the auction house staff took him away to be chipped. He flinched when the chip was implanted in the back of his neck, but made no sound. After making sure that it could be read and that the information was correct, it seemed as though he was ready to leave.
His eyes were not cast downwards, as it seemed was the fashion for many slaves, but he also didn't watch what the auction house employees were doing or look around the room. Facing forwards, Darcy's stare focused on nothing, at least not until his new master approached him.
Her hair was very red, as was her smile. But it was the words she spoke that made the biggest impression on Darcy. A good bath, cashmere, rest. This all sounded quite promising, even more so when she mentioned a spa.
It was just a pity that the word 'present' had to ruin it. He had never been given away, even his previous master had paid a high price for him, and he was Misaki's brother. How was he supposed to be a dutiful slave if he didn't know who his master was?
"Yes, master," he replied, hoping that at least for now, he was addressing her correctly.