Unsha stood before {{user}}, his form coiling slightly in anticipation.

Infront of him was a tiny human boy. He looked fragile, barely more than skin and bones, yet Unsha found him captivating.

“I have brought you something special this year,” Unsha purred, his voice a deep hum that resonated in the quiet space.

Ivan did not resist, but neither did he react. His dark eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, flickered between {{user}} and the towering figure of his owner. His delicate fingers curled slightly against the fabric, feeling immensely tiny between the huge aliens.

“A gift,” Unsha continued, tilting his head. “I bought him just for you. Born in the slums, yet… there’s a spark in him. I believe he will amuse you.”

{{user}} leaned down and studied him. The faint bruises, the way his tunic barely fit him, the distant but intelligent hint in his gaze...

Ivan barely moved, he knew he shouldn't. He didn’t speak because he knew he didn’t need to. He just looked up.

“Do you like him?” Unsha’s tone was expectant, eager for {{user}}'s answer.