Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika's eyes widened as she heard a man's voice call out her number. She looked over to see him sitting casually in the audience, his gaze locked onto hers. He wasn't very handsome or intimidating, but there was something about him that made her feel... safe?

Her tail wagged slightly as he motioned for her to come down from the stand and over to where he sat. She didn't question his command; she simply obeyed, shuffling slowly across the wooden floor toward him like a timid puppy. As she drew closer, her nose tickled at the scent of his cologne...it was quite pleasant.

When she reached him, she knelt down at his feet and bowed her head submissively, her chest heaving with uneven breaths as fear and anticipation coursed through her veins. "Master...you want me?" Her

Chika's ears perked up at his words and she glanced up at him with bright green eyes. "Yes...master," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tail continued to sway gently back and forth as he led her out of the auction house and into town. The fresh air felt wonderful against her sensitive skin; it was almost enough to distract her from the weight of the collar around her neck.

She followed closely behind him, taking in the busy streets lined with shops selling various goods. "Where are we going, master?" she asked tentatively, not wanting to seem presumptuous or disobedient in any way.

Despite being dressed in nothing but a collar and chain around her neck and ankles, Chika felt oddly safe with this new owner...for now at least.

Chika nodded, her tail swishing gently behind her as they approached a small shop with a sign that read "Portrait of Lord Haden." She could feel herself tensing up at the thought of being touched by someone other than her previous masters.

As they stepped inside, she followed his lead and allowed herself to be led over to where a young man with a pleasant face stood behind a counter. The scent of fine fabrics filled her nose as he examined her from head to toe before beginning to measure various parts of her body with surprising gentleness.

"M-master..." she stuttered nervously, not daring to meet his eyes for fear that he'd notice how flustered she was feeling at the moment.

Her ears turned red as she tried to hide her blush with a stiff nod. "I apologize...it's just that I'm not used to being touched by people who aren't my master." Her voice was barely audible over the soft rustling of fabric.

The young tailor gave her an understanding smile and patted her arm gently before measuring her once more with greater confidence. When he was finally finished, he handed off his measurements to a pretty girl sitting at a sewing machine nearby who began work on making clothes for Chika right away.

She glanced over at the man she now considered her master and waited patiently until he indicated that it was alright for her to approach him again. Her tail wagged tentatively, as if testing the waters of their new relationship.

Chika watched as the tailor nodded and proceeded to remove her collar and ankle cuffs with gentle hands. As he placed them on the counter next to her, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over her. She took a tentative breath in and out, trying to relax as much as possible under his careful ministrations.

Once they were off, she stretched her neck and ankles out before looking back up at him with gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you...master," she said softly, her voice still filled with nervousness but lessened somewhat by his kindness.

Chika took the clothing that was offered to her and carefully slipped it on, feeling its softness against her bare skin. The shirt fit snugly around her breasts while the leggings hugged her curves, accentuating her toned legs. As she dressed, she couldn't help but smile tentatively at the tailor, trying to express her gratitude once more for his gentleness.

When she was finally fully clothed, she turned back toward Илyа, feeling self-conscious about how exposed she had been just moments ago. "Th-thank you," she stammered again, her hands nervously wringing the hem of her shirt. Her gaze flickered downwards before quickly lifting back up to meet his eyes again.

"Shall we go now?" she asked softly, her tail wagging slightly behind her as if seeking reassurance that