Samandriel - Damon
There was something thrilling about all this. The young angel couldn't help but preen a little in the mirror as he waited for whatever was going to happen to happen. He wasn't particularly vain, but if he was going to be bought by someone he thought it might be best if he looked like he took care of himself. It seemed like it might increase the odds of finding a Master who would be just as interested in keeping him looking nice.
Not only that, but it was a bit boring in the room with no one else there at the moment. He almost wished for a tennis ball or really anything at all to fidget with. He'd gotten rid of his shirt early on, and the trackpants they'd given him only barely fit, hanging low on his hips where he'd had to roll the waistband to keep them up at all. Soon, he hoped. Soon.