Tʜᴇsᴇ Cʜᴀɪɴs {ˢᵉᵐᶤᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈᴿᴾ} discussion

Get your groceries here. If you want some fresh vegetables but don't feel like going to the forest, you can buy them here.

Jeremiah entered the grocery store, which, conveniently, also sold a variety of things. He hoped the new girl wouldn't mind looking around here instead of at an official store. He could stop to get her better clothes somewhere else, though, if she insisted. All the same, he needed to get all the ingredients for pasta, written down on a piece of notepaper in his pocket.

Vevila followed him closely as they entered the store. She tried her best to be attentive and cooperative with him. Even insisting that she carried as much of the groceries as physically possible for her so that he had to work as little as he had to. She was still determined to help him as much as she could, seeing as he wasn't going to use her for her intended purpose. She barley even looked at any of the cloths, instead asking him what he felt she wanted him to wear and saying yes to whatever he said yes to.

Jeremiah raised his eyebrows. She really did want to work... so, if she could work, then sex wasn't all she'd been conditioned to do, and there was some hope for her yet! Clothes shopping for her was a bit frustrating, though. She didn't seem to have a favorite style or color or anything, even though he tried presenting her with multiple options. By default, Vevila chose to ask for his decision on every choice, no matter how minuscule. Finally, he just chose what he thought she'd like, then checked out. Most were comfortable, baggy shirts and shorts, but he did get her a cute dress with leggings, much like he'd gotten Keiu.

Vevila frowned a bit at his choices but said nothing of it. She was an incredibly beautiful woman despite her circumstance. Very curvy in all the right places with enough meat on her front and back men attracters. Even when she was rather malnourished. It was a miracle that she looked the way she did, or perhaps it was because she wasn't against selling herself for an extra meal to the guards. She was good at any simple task from cleaning to cooking to sex. If a pet slave could do it, she could do it well. She was a highly trained pet slave and could have been immensely pricey without the coupon. Knowing her task in life she got a little riske, attempting to get him to by clothing that would show off her beauty well once she was back on her feet with food. If her master was really attempting to save her she knew she'd have to look the part so no one got suspicious. Along with clothing she also asked for simply a mirror and some hygiene items like a tooth brush and hairbrush. She wouldn't mind sleeping on the floor if she was too expensive for him.

((Done for tonight?))

((Cough))

((I will do this... I swear. O_O))

((Pester me. I shall post!))

((What has been keeping you?))

He had to try to bargain some practicality with her as well. Most of what she chose was barely considered clothing, truly. Jeremiah tried to be kind about it, offering tank tops and sweaters, and throwing in leggings for under those barely-not-underwear booty shorts. He was really kind about it, of course. "Okay... I think that's all we need," he said, adding toiletries to his growing pile. Man... he hoped Keiu didn't get jealous. He'd just gotten paid, so he'd been able to get this girl more clothes and stuff. He didn't think she'd care that much, but this girl seemed more high-maintenance.

((Cluttered threads and cluttered brain.))

((Ah.))

Had Jeremiah even told her about the other slave girl? It would be quite a surprising meeting seeing the two meet for the first time. Either way though, Vevila was happy with what she had gotten. Some actual cloths for when he chickened out, and some revealing clothing for when he chickened out but needed to prove himself. Either way she thought this might be an odd change of pace, seeing as she was used to being perused by perverted who masters who enjoyed using her properly. Not young adults to afraid to try.

((Wsa~))

Well... he had told Keiu, but not this girl. The thought had slipped his mind completely. He'd told Keiu, so he assumed everything was all okay. He didn't even register himself as afraid to try... just unwilling. And he definitely wasn't perverted or that into loosely hanging out at every female wolf's whims. He sort of wanted " The One ..." Like that would ever happen.

He could use some free practice so he'd be more skilled at pleasuring The one "Well that's everything I need, shall we go back to your home master?" She said with a big smile, doing her best to grab as many groceries as she could manage to carry.

Well... he wouldn't see it in exactly those terms, per-say. Jeremiah nodded, purchasing the items quickly, trying not to pay attention to the receipt the machine spat out. He'd focus on budgeting tomorrow.

As they carried groceries back to the car Vevila looked at him curiously. "You must have a lot of money if you can afford this," she observed as she expertly opened the door to the car with very little free hand space like dome level twenty soccer mom to put the groceries in. It was clear she was struggling a bit even with all of her skill as she almost dropped some of the groceries as she set them in the car.

"Well... not particularly. I'm just... saving people. With my savings... and budgeting. I don't know that I can afford to save any more people, though. I need to keep you and Keiu alive already, though, I guess. I just need to relax and be wise about... spending, from now on."

Vevila chuckled. "Girls keeping you low on funds?" she asked him, repressing the urge to giggle. "Don't worry. I'll find a way to make it up to you if I can't in my normal fashion," she shrugged, waiting for him to start the car. Knowing he might not like that conversation she tried to change subjects. "So... could you tell me more about this Keiu person," she asked him curiously.

He nodded, starting the car and getting driving. "I bought her yesterday. I... haven't actually been much of a slave-politics person. I decided to check it out and, well..." He seemed to trail off a lot. "Well, I thought if I could do something to help even a few slaves, it would be worth it, even though I can't do much." He shrugged a little. "So yeah, low on funds... But I'll live, same as you two. Keiu's really sweet. She's a cook, mostly, but she gets free reign of her own activities, so long as she pretends that they're undertaken by my request."

"So what kind of slave is she, or am I going to have to teach you more about how slaves work? What's her collar color? If you need someone to make it look like you gave actual request to your slaves then I can manage that. I know the basics of cleaning, cooking, and sex. I'm not sure if you want rumors spread that you use a slave like that though... Then again it could cover your tracks if you truly are "helping" slaves," she said, trying to offer him some suggestions.

"I- I think she's a worker. I don't know about her collar, and, um... cleaning and cooking are cool, probably not that third one, because I definitely don't want those rumors, true or not. And... I doubt that sort of extensive involvement is required to actually help you people," he said, frazzled, as he pulled into the Sentinel's area. He tried to be quiet as they went. "Let's... just go inside, okay?"

((I'm literally dropping. Sorry!))

((I assume you mean dropping to sleep?))

Vevila sighed. "Alright, I just don't want to get you in trouble, because that could cause problems for both of us," she said as she bit her lip. "Guess some of the more lewd clothing was a waste of money then," she said, feeling a bit sorry for making him buy that sort of clothing. "After you master, unless you wish for me to open doors for you?" she asked him seriously.

((Yup!))

"No, not particularly. You can still wear them over leggings and tank tops... probably. It can be warmer and, I don't know, look pretty cute?" He was really trying to be supportive, too, and was mostly okay with what she chose to wear... providing she didn't go about too lewdly dressed. He cleared his throat and opened the car door for himself. "Nah, just help carry all your stuff in," he said, scooping up the groceries.

((Thread change?))

"So you want cute and not sexy then?" She chuckled as she picked up her clothing and walked in behind him.

((After you.))

((wsa.))

"Uh..." He didn't exactly answer that, heading into the Sentinels... where Ilsa was going to let Rock post.

((/:|:\:()

((I'm sorry, I'm focusing on making Night's Willow person! I can post in a bit.))