Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie pulls his hand back quickly, surprised. “I’m not going to-” he swallows hard, watching Mitaka with sad eyes. “I won’t h-hurt you, I swear.” He gestures towards him and says to the seller, “I’ll take this one, please.”
Credits exchange hands and then, before he knows it, Techie has his very own whore.