He watched you, as you sat on your knees by your master. Your master gripped your leash and tugged roughly, causing you to grunt in pain softly. You– basically the only Foxian slave ever sold, were very expensive. Which is why Aventurine was determined to get you, not for ill intent, but because he heard Foxians were good luck, and it'd help with his gambling.

"How about this, I'll give my slave in on the table!" Your master spoke, and Aventurine grinned. He had a winning set of cards.