Re: Holding Pens - Mikan
Mikan thought there was someone by her pen, but she couldn't be too sure. There were other slaves that were much better, much stronger, much more obedient or sassy or interesting than her. She wiped her eyes, then turned around to see a tall man there, asking for her name.
Wait, was he asking for her name?
The Japanese girl squealed, a bit startled, then mumbled, "N-namae wa? Name? Y-you want my name?" She swallowed hard as her body trembled. M-Mikan. Mikan Tsumiki, sir." She paused, then whined. "W-was that good? I'm sorry! I'm not good at introducing myself!"