(A Silver and Zero production) Plaything

[Maero]

"What bigger decision is there to make? She is a slave, we want to trade for her!" The other orc said impatiently. "So what if she is an elf or whatever, they are all the same. Please, just take these slaves and give us ours." he insisted.

If Master went to talk with the girl anyways, he would find her resting peacefully in her room, having gotten into the bed eventually and snuggled under the covers. When he opened the doors, her strange, wing ears would perk up and she would open her eyes to look up at him and give him a grateful smile.