{open from Aura for this au: x.}
The outfits she always had to wear were honestly glorified under garments-- Sometimes she wondered why they even bothered dressing her, with how little she had on, and given the fact the clothes were discarded shortly after she arrived at her current master’s abode. Oh well; what was she complaining for? She had sold herself five years ago, after all... It’s her own fault that was her life now.
Aura was currently in the recent buyer’s bedroom, awaiting their arrival to discuss just how long they paid to keep her and to...get started. She wasn’t as popular as most other inventory, so every time she was bought it took her aback and made her nervous. Who had paid for her? What were they like? What did they like? Should she expect to be treated poorly, or, less likely, treated kindly? She would just have to wait and see.
