Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“I need a bodyguard,” she said softly. She clasped her hands together, one foot swinging, and watched him with narrow eyes. “I need someone I can totally rely on, who won’t leave me, or sell me out.” After a moment, she fished a cuff key on a chain from between her breasts. “Keep me safe, and I’ll set you free.”
“If you set me free I’d have no reason to stick around and keep you safe. Keep you safe from what? Isn’t there someone you can hire or are slaves a better investment. How free do you mean when you say free? Off the collar or free of you and any other master?” he shot back in a low, even voice, eyes still hard. He’d seen too much abuse to no be suspicious. Of everything.
The key hung there from her hand, as she listened to him calmly. When he wound down, she let it go, sliding back out of sight behind fabric. “I can’t buy your loyalty with your freedom, then, hm?” She clasped her hands back together, eyes flicking to gaze out the window as they left the city behind abruptly.
“I … your kind aren’t the only preternatural creatures in the world, you know. Some of us hide more easily among mundanes.” Her gaze snapped back to his. “Some of us don’t hide. I’m trying to change things. The laws that make it possible for us to be kept as slaves, for one. It’s dangerous, and I can’t keep watch in all directions at once /and/ do the work.”