Colombe Blanche

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A fancy fine dining restaurant at high prices. There is always the best service and live music as well as dancing.

"Or maybe she's small because you haven't been feeding her." He hissed and called a waiter over and ordered a basket of bread and some milk. When the food had arrived he moved it infront of Minya. "Anyways, what's important is the cost. How much?"

He blushed only deeper and looked up at the man, giving a quiet, heavily accented 'thank you' before hesitantly taking some bread and eating silently. The trader flinched back a little when he was snapped at but smiled when the price was mentioned, "The highest offer on this one is currently 3.4 million." he said.

He eyed him slowly. "She's small, her breasts are near to nothing, her hair is like a boy's, and she is obviously malnourished. Not to mention she barely speaks English. Is she completely a virgin? Has she even been touched, kissed, or seen undressed by another man? And have you got her fixed?" He frowned.

The trader nodded, "She is completely a virgin, one of out most untouched to be exact. Never been touched, kissed or seen nude." he said. The trader almost laughed at the last part but held it back and nodded, "don't worry, you will not impregnate this one, we've made sure of it." he said and shrugged, "You don't need to buy THIS girl. we have many more. and this one has been quite popular."

"Quite popular? Mind tell me why no one has ever bought her? Or have you just been renting her our?" He growled.

The trader shook his head, "Of course not, we let people see a picture of our merchandise's faces and if they ask about them they are given their information." he explained, "The sole reason she has not been sold is because of the men interested. A few of them have a history of abuse of their slaves, sometimes leading to the death of the slave. However your background is clean of such things, or so I'm told."

He grimaced at the mention of abusive owners. "Well then," he looked back to him and raised his eyebrows. "Minya? It was Minya right? Not like it matters though."

He looked up and gave a timid nod. The trader nodded as well, "Yes, that is her name, as far as she told us anyway." he shrugged, knowing many slaved lied about their names or wouldn't tell anyone their names.

"Minya, have you ever used drugs, or are you or have you been seriously ill?" He asked curiously.

Minya shook his head and wanted to explain what had happened to him when he was kidnapped but didn't know where to start in saying it in English.

"Alright then," He turned back to the slave trader. "Giving his conditions I'll buy her for 1.5 million."

The trader flinched, "S-sir, you realize how much of a difference that is...?" he asked, very annoyed that he may not get the price he wanted. Minya simply looked down, hoping desperately that the man wouldn't be angry or strike him or send him back upon seeing that what the trader had said was a lie.

"If she can cook or clean I'll give you 1.7 million." He sighed not amused and looked to Minya. "Eat up."

He perked his ears a little and nodded, eating some more bread and drinking the milk. The man clenched his teeth and thought it over before sighing, giving in, "She can clean but we're not sure about cooking."

"Fine, 1.7 million anyways." He said with a sigh. "Agreed?"

The man was unhappy with the end result but nodded, "Agreed." he said. Upon hearing those words he knew he had been sold and glanced up at the man whose name he didn't even know, the man who would now be his master.

He nodded and wrote the check before handing it over and stood up to shake his hands. "Any luggage?"

The man shook Adam's hand and shook his head, "No, but on her right arm there is a space where it is recommended you leave a long lasting, if not permanent mark that shows she is yours." he said, "Now then, I suppose I'll leave you two, unless you plan to leave as well. I have a car arranged to pick me up now."

He shook his head. "I'll let her eat more." he said. "It was nice doing business with you," he nodded and took a seat again, across from Minya and watched him go.

The man nodded, "Indeed..." he said as he left. Minya looked up at the man nervously and looked back down, still quietly eating some bread.

"My name is Adam VanAllen, but you may call me whatever you wish." He said, honestly not caring and took one of the bread sticks eating a bit. "Do you want anything else to eat? You're a Neko right? Maybe fish?"

He looked back up and paused to think about how to say what he wanted to say, "Um... if... if you are good giving me that..." he said in a small voice, but loud enough so Adam could hear him. "I do not want to ask too much of my master..." he said in his heavy accent, only knowing the last part because they were reminded not to ask too much of their masters almost every day.

"You may ask of me whatever you want Minya." He said and ordered Minya some fried fish and himself a salad. "So you're from Russia right?"

He was happy at the change in atmosphere now and nodded with a very small smile. He was very distracted when the fish was brought to him and said another thank you to Adam before trying some, feeling like he might cry with how happy and thankful he was right now. He only hoped it would stay this way after Adam found out he is a boy.

He nodded shrugging it off. "Where in Russia were you from? Or... do you even know?" He asked.