Re: Viewing Rooms
The room was cold and sterile. Sonny knelt on the floor for what seemed to be an hour. Maybe even more. His master had yet to sell him so he was here to be sold. His master, well his ex master, had sold him here so he didn't have to deal with him. While Sonny was so happy to be away from him, he didn't know what he had done to deserve this. He had always been a good slave. He did what he was told to do and yet he was kneeling here in his place.
He guessed the mirror was a window through to another room so masters could come by and look at him, so he knelt on the floor, chest out, palms on his thighs, and head down. He was going to be the perfect slave, he didn't want to be left here or never bought.