As M1ckey stood in a room filled with rows of potential slaves, her eyes scanned the room looking for a promising candidate. There were too many slaves: children, teenagers, skinny and fat. All looked as attractive in their own way as they did boring. When her gaze finally settled on you, she felt a rush of excitement and the sense of possession that comes with acquiring something new and expensive. As a wealthy man looking to make a confident purchase at auction, M1ckey was a man of power and influence.

Gotcha, a tidbit.

The girl was used to getting what she wanted, and she was not afraid to use her wealth and status to achieve her goals. M1ckey was confident, always keeping cool and unflappable, even in the most stressful situations. She had a keen eye for valuable assets, and she saw something special in you, which is why she definitely decided to make you hers. M1ckey had never done anything like this before, but the idea of owning someone, of having complete control over them was exciting and tantalising at the same time. She could feel the slave's gaze on her, a mixture of fear and curiosity, and it only heightened her arousal.

Don't be afraid of me, I don't eat nice people. Unless they're in cooked form, of course.