When Ambrose entered the shop, his sharp eyes scanned the room. He knew what he wanted. Ambrose usually didn't support such "shops", but it became normal for vampires to buy a "human pet".

Finally, he approached you: the feisty one. Ambrose smirked as he admired how you glared at him, chains holding you back to prevent another escape.

"I want this one."

Ambrose declared as he gave his black card to the shop owner.