Re: Holding Pens: Allison
Eterna laughed softly at the girls scream of surprise and took the handlers hand upon being offered it and allowed him to help her up despite being perfectly capable of doing so on her own. Men, she had discovered, like to think that they are needed and are useful to her and she certainly knew how to exploit that particular little gem. The game was on and the poor man didn’t even know that he was playing, let alone that he was losing.
She doesn’t answer him at first, instead circling back around the slave that she was secretly interested in. There was no need to let the handler know about this however and so she let his assumptions about the type of slave that would suit her slide.
Eterna looked at the sorry state of the girl with amusement, the girls breasts now coated in a mixture of saliva and sweat – a scent Eterna was no stranger too. She then turned her attention back to the handler, telling him that she would prefer to look over the other slaves herself and subtly suggested the idea of a discount on whichever slaves she did decide to purchase. It was a safety measure in case the girl did spark some interest from the more involved Masters who, like her, liked a challenge and a bit of a fight on their hands. Besides she needed the space away from the handler in order to tell others the truth, or at least her version of it, about the slave in question in order to dissuade the ones that would be reeled in by the sales spiel.