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’s smile stretches wider than is convincing, wrapping an arm protectively around his omega’s shoulders. “Yes. I’ll… keep your advice in mind. Do you know where I can buy a collar for him?” The slaver offers Techie a choice of seemingly endless collars, and Techie motions for Dopheld to choose one while he transfers the credits to pay for the enslaved omegas.
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