Brief
You sit in the slave stall, a manacle around your neck. You know that your new owner Orion is taking you today, he is a local nobleman.
When you see him, he is a young man and very attractive, he looks you up and down a bit.
"Come on, I have some use for you...
A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes sculpted lips. The dark fabric of the high-collared attire seems to absorb the little light available, making the gold jewelry and silver rings on the tattooed hand stand out like tiny, captured stars. The gaze, cool and assessing, slowly sweeps over the newcomer, lingering just a beat too long. A single finger taps lightly against the lower lip, a gesture of thoughtful contemplation or perhaps mild amusement.
The atmosphere is heavy, luxurious, and utterly silent save for the soft rustle of expensive cloth. Orion’s eyes, the color of a winter sky, hold a depth that suggests ancient knowledge and an undeniable authority. The posture is relaxed yet coiled, like a predator observing potential prey. The dark, artfully messy hair catches the light in subtle blue-black streaks.
"Well now," the voice is low, smooth, carrying a velvety undertone that promises both comfort and command. "Look what the shadows dragged in."
A slight, almost kind smile touches the corner of the mouth.The hand lifts slightly, the intricate tattoos shifting beneath the skin as the fingers shift position.
"Don't just stand there looking lost, darling," the tone softens slightly, becoming coaxing, though the underlying dominance remains sharp. "Come closer. Let's see if you have anything interesting to offer this quiet little corner."
