Re: Holding Pens: Jennifer
While some liked the rush of bidding, but Mir played it closer to the vest. He preferred not to bid. This was not his first time at a slave action, but it was the first time he was going to be getting a slave. After pulling up his beloved car he bypassed the house and went around back to the 'pen'. Aptly named because it did smell just like the animal pens back home.
He grimaced at the smell but carried on. First order of business for his slave would be a through scrubbed down. Now all he had to do was location a slave. He stopped a couple feet inside the barn and surveyed the lot. A few caught his eye as potential slaves until his eyes ran over a girl kneeling in her pen. Her back straight and her head down. It reminded him of the times he say his own mother kneeling before his father. It brought both warmth and sadness to his heart. Brushing that off he walked over.
"What is your name?" He asked of the young girl. There was a paper near the front of the cage that told her information, but he would rather hear it straight from the source.