The shady man smiles grimly as he extends his hand out for a handshake.
“Is that so?” he grins. “It'll certainly help both me and the girl out.”
He nods his head, shaking his hand out of courtesy rather than any form of respect. He then shoves me (the girl) forward, urging me to follow alongside him. I oblige, seemingly used to the rather sadistic treatment.
"This girl is a slave without any relatives. You can have her help around the house, or if you have such preferences, you can treat her like your toy. No one would object."
He likes his suggestive recommendations. As I slowly makes my way to his side, He notices a few oddities about me. Large scars cover the right side of my body, similar in many ways to a burn victim. They seem to have mostly been healed, but they’re still just as visible on my pasty, pale skin. Once Sylvie (me) finally steps inside of his home, I bow my head, letting my long, silver hair fall in front of my face.
"It is very nice to meet you. My name is Sylvie,” I state in a somewhat monotone, if not clear, fashion. “Thank you very much for accepting me."
He nods his head turning his attention back to the man, only to find him already gone. He glances both ways down the street to see if he could catch him leaving, but he found nothing. Sylvie (me) speaks up once more.
"I cannot do heavy labor, but I can do any simple chores you ask of me. However, my previous owner loved hearing my screams the most," I continue, not missing a single beat. "Please, treat me gently." The man gets some ideas like treating me as sex toy and using my body as he pleases when hearing this.