((It's totally cool, haha, I just noticed it was out of line with the previous posts.))
A flash of annoyance ran across Luka's face, fading quickly back into apathy and mere academic interest. "If I am to purchase you, therefore including the fox, I would not allow you to give your own rations to it. It would be properly maintained. That being said, it's more of a bother than anything, but it has been expressed that it comes with you." Luka had no interest in separating the two, only in making it clear to the slaver he did not see the fox as added incentive to buy. Todd, eh?
He drew what he knew to be one-hundred sixty gold coins from his purse, having had his gold organized into bags of fifties and tens for convenience previously. "This is one-hundred sixty. You may count, though it should be clear." Luka mentally added that he would catch the slaver, if he were to try and steal some and claim there was missing money. "It's still an extraordinarily high price for such a slave, but that's what I'm willing to pay." Luka's aura became even colder, the harsh edges of figure obvious in the dark. He would tolerate nothing less.
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All traces of amusement gone from her face, Freesia set her teeth as the sweet noise of jangling keys came closer and closer. How satisfying would it be, to reach out and yank the slaver in, using his weight against him to crush his skull into the metal bars he imprisoned her with? To grind his filthy face in? The image left as soon as it passed, leaving Freesia breathless and perplexed. She'd never known herself to have that sort of violent thought... The instinct for survival had surely kicked in, launching her instincts into top gear. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Not only was she not strong enough to truly act out such a feat... but it should be above her.
Freesia stepped out carefully, spreading her toes out on the questionable flooring. More than ever, she became aware of how very naked she was, in just that light pink lingerie. It was frighteningly obvious now that she could stand properly, the dankness of the dungeon hitting her without the protection of the cage bars. She felt vulnerable. Vulnerable, and so vulnerable, seeing the still-older man from before. Her wings shifted unconsciously in her unease, her skin shimmering from the pixy dust built up over the stay. Still, Freesia looked directly at her master, still questioning. What were his motives?