She hadn’t actually intended to buy anyone on that day, but when the pretty little blonde thing had been pulled up on stage, with only the barest amount of training, ready to have it finished by anyone who wanted a slave trained to their exact specifications - well. Iris had never really learned how to deny herself what she wanted. So she’d bid, and bid, and bid, until she won - and then it was time to pick up her new purchase. As the girl was presented, she ran a critical eye over her frame, one hand reaching out to grasp her chin consideringly. “Well, you’ll do, I suppose. You’ll need work in, of course, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. With some effort and decent training, you’ll be just perfect” she purred, mind already spinning with what the girl would need to meet her desire. // @twilightzcne
