Anything for Master [Anjeru x Pandisimo]

[P a n d i s i m o]

Kino pushed the door to the shop open, the man carrying a sense of calm with him as he stepped past the threshold and into the dungeon-esque sort of place. The man looked rather out of place here, not like the typical human that stepped through those doors. He was a tall man, handsome. Slender in form, but toned underneath the clothes. Fair skin, with dark brown hair that set him apart, and only lit up his most chilling feature. His ice blue eyes. Darting from cage to cage, he began to take long strides through the aisles to begin his search. This was the first time he had ever done this, but life was starting to get too lonely for him, he needed a companion, and a friend had recommended trying this.

Most of the girls did everything they could to get his attention. Exposing themselves, moaning for him. Everything in the book. He was a man, he did look of course, but thats not what he was out to find. He wanted someone he could take care of and that would like having her Master around. By no means did he intend to be easy on the girl though, she would have to be trained of course, but that was what he was looking forward to the most. His eyes continued to travel each cage, quickly starting to become discouraged, wondering if he had made a mistake coming here.

 

[Anjeru]

The young woman sat inside one of the establishment's many cages, though her's resided more towards the back end of the store because of her less than desirable behavior when it came to the customer's. It wasn't that she was disobedient, per se, it was just that she didn't throw herself at them, wanton, moaning, clawing at them for their attention. She didn't even really want their attention. It wasn't by choice that she was here to begin with, it had just been a rather cruel twist of fate; one she would not alter, given the alternative to being here. Better to be alive and breathing, than cold and dead.

The five foot five female frame was seated in the back of the steel, somewhat cramped, contraption that housed her when customers came calling. Her collar-bone length, golden red curls, spilled neatly around her naked form. When perspective clients came, the owners often had the girls, and yes some guys, displayed in their glororius nudity; they believed it was best the customer's were pleased with the whole picture, not just part. Her emerald green eyes simply strayed to the wall as she sat with her limber legs pulled to her ample bust. A simple silver collar laid around her pale neck, a simple wear that signaled so much; she just hoped this customer ignored her like the others had.