M [Syndicate] Syndicated Surprises

[Glein]

MEDUSA SUBSECTOR - 012028:3 (LUNAR BODY X4501-1A, TORTUGA)
THE PIT

The wolf-mod sat in the room, shivering. Part of it was because she couldn't have set the room's temperature higher so that her barely there rags weren't the only thing keeping her warm. She was furred rather fully, but she was still uncomfortable with the chill in the room. The other reason, of course, was she had absolutely zero clue what the man she'd been 'gifted' to would be like.

The slave handlers for the Syndicate didn't bother giving her any details other than which quarters to go to, so she could wait for him, and his appearance. The geist she had was already imprinted with him being her new owner and thus she had to obey him utterly, even if there was still a link to the slave handlers until such time as her new owner finalizing the imprinting.

So, she sat on the first chair she could find, curled up around herself, and tried to stay warm while she waited. And had been for three or four hours now. She couldn't be sure. Her access to her geist was basically non-existent, that way she couldn't potentially crack it and get herself free. And there weren't any clocks in the room either. So she just shivered and watched the door to the quarters.

The door would sweep open, as a man entered the condo, mumbled curses under his breath about the cold. “I need to stop leaving the damn thermos on so low when I leave.”, Reynard grumbled further before realizing as he stepped in, he wasn’t alone. The masked crimson haired man simply paused, taking in the blue wolf-mod confused. “They said they had left a gift, but I wasn’t expecting a woman. So let me guess, I happen to own you now am I right?”Rey questioned as the lights were flipped on, and the thermostat adjusted.

The woman nodded, numbly since she was seeing him in person now. "I am. My name is.." SHe was saying, though soon her voice seized, as though she couldn't get her vocal cords to function anymore, even though her mouth kept moving. After stopping speaking a moment, she took a deep breath and tried again. "I said my name is...." She once more found her voice locking up and preventing her from finishing.

Sighing, she curled in on herself, finding she couldn't even think about her name anymore, it was like she'd been made to forget it, and it made her all the sadder, verging on the edge of tears as she held onto her knees.

A hand was rested on her head, “I wish they would stop buying secondhand, the emotional baggage is far less endearing. For now, you are Azure, and that will be your placeholder for now. Once I get enough, I’ll unlock your old one. Just try and work with that one for now.” Perhaps it was a rare kindness, but also if she was to be his, he needed to build a rapport in order to gain her loyalty. Servants who despised their owners tended to lead to later karma despite all the safety measures, and he didn’t have in him to be too cold on someone he would be stuck seeing everyday.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up more, I’m going to need to take you out to get new clothes.” Stepping away finally, Rey went about removing most of his travel kit that he had arrived in, before heading off to his room. Once back, he wore a casual dress shirt and jacket, and in hand were a pair of t-shirt and shorts. “The shower is in this room here, and these are for you, so you can take off those rags.”

"Y-yes sir..." Azure muttered, uncurling around herself and standing up. She stood nearly shoulder to shoulder to Rey when she wasn't making herself as small as she could. Taking the offered clothes, she put them on a nearby table or counter surface, before blushing as she took a hold of the rags that covered her form, if only barely. The bottom of the outfit stopped just above the bottom of her ass.

"Ummm..." She looked askance at him, unsure if she should strip here and now with him present.

“You know the bathroom is like right here, with the shower in it, that I mentioned two minutes ago. I didn’t mean you had to get naked in the living room, you can change in the bathroom.”, the enforcer replied with a confused grimace. Had they not taught her common sense or something? It certainly made the moment awkward, probably more for her then it did for him, which he promptly let slide as he walked into the small kitchen area of the condo. Coffee was started before he pulled out a few things for sandwiches, unsure just how well they had cared for her while she was in her previous owner’s possession. “Just meet me out here when you’re done, I’ll have something for you to eat ready. And shout if you need help.”

Nodding quickly, she apologized to Rey, though she didn't use his name since she hadn't been given it, nor did she have permission at the moment. So 'sir' it was. Stepping into the bathroom, she was able to figure out the controls for the entire thing quickly, since it wasn't that different from her home before she'd been stolen away.

Getting herself scrubbed down was more difficult than it used to be, since she not only didn't have as much fur as she does now. Heck, she didn't even have the muzzle she now sported either. But apparently the slavers who took her wanted to increase her value by changing her up to be more 'exotic'... So she was left having to get a brush and work it into the blue fur she bore.

Once she'd finally finished, she started drying herself off, though she needed two towels to at least get herself not sopping wet. Grabbing ahold of the t-shirt and the shorts, she worked on getting them on, since she didn't have anything to wear underneath. The shorts were at least decently fitting, though they did ride a little high, exposing the majority of her legs. The shirt however... Ended up showing a lot of stomach since she was quite well endowed, though at least it wasn't short enough to expose her underbust. So there was at least that.

Once she re-emerged, Rey was sitting at the dining table, two plates set upon it, with his being already empty as he read over the news on his pad. “Those aren’t the best fit, but they’ll do for the moment. Will you require shoes? Even though I doubt any of mine would fit. You may refer to me as Reynard, that is the name I wish to be addressed by when we are around others.” Sipping some coffee, which her own set plate had a duplicate of next to it, was fresh and still hot.

Walking over, she shook her head. "Shoes... don't fit me, Reynard." She said, looking down at the digitigrade stance she stood with having paws now. "But, thank you. They're, nice." She continued, referring to the clothes, despite them not fitting quite right. Settling down at the table, she tried to keep herself from being too messy of an eater of the sandwich that'd been prepared for her, but considering this was more food in a single offering than she'd gotten in a day for some time... She was kind of starving. She did intermittently sip at the coffee, more to help her wash the sandwich down.

Reynard began to speak again, to fill her in on his plans for their trip out today. “I’m glad you approve. I will likely be relying on you a lot today while we’re out, as I don’t know anything about dressing a woman to be honest. I will defer to your choices, and only offer general styles. Though really, I only have the few you need to fill. Elegant, business, and casual forms of formal wear, for your work as my aid and assistant.”

“Outside of that, you may choose as you wish within reason. So make sure to cover all your bases as best as possible, some things that are nice, hygiene and personal needs items as well. I don’t want to have to make too many trips.”, he added almost softly, clearly trying to not be too bossy, but also as forward in expectations as he could. Content with that, he finished the coffee before setting aside the pad, and taking the dishes once she had finished with her own.

"I, I see. How much am I to... present myself?" She asked, trying to think of a reasonable way of asking how blatantly sexual she should look at for his interests. She hadn't exactly been kept ignorant of what more than a few 'masters' wanted out of their slaves. She'd finished her sandwich, and quickly finished her coffee so as not to make them both wait too long.

It was a question that was expected, but still brought him pause for a moment, more of consideration than awe. “Hmmm, that depends, I guess. For now, aim for the amount appropriate to eye candy, just for appearance purposes. A little show, but not too overt, so risque perhaps a little and not slutty.” Though he completely missed the fact it was meant as one regarding his preferences. Rey continued as the dishes were put in the washer for later, “I… am a man who likes to make sure his associates and party offer a good presentation, more for the benefit of my betters, and potential inferiors. However, my number one rule, dress in a sense that brings you some modicum of pride, and I would like you to keep that in mind as well all things considered.”

“As your owner, I will make sure you are well lived, and well cared. Which I guess brings another question to mind. How do we handle your living arrangements here with me, and in what way you like that to be.”, Reynard added thoughtfully, a hand tipping his chin in thought.

"You want me to be your eye candy for you. I understand." She said, nodding slowly, trying to think what that might mean. She wanted to avoid displeasing her master. She didn't want to get punished for she'd heard that some could get brutal. And she didn't want to suffer that. And since he wanted her to be 'presentable' as 'eye candy' to his superiors and those under him... She'd do so. Pride be damned. She doubted she'd be left with any after a time.

"As for living arrangements... Aren't I your property? So shouldn't I do as you wish?" She muttered, sighing. She crossed one arm under her bust, thus lifting her breasts to better present them to him, even as she turned her head to look down and to the side, a blush creeping onto her face.

“Yeeeaaahh…. Can I not ask what you want for some reason? I’m trying to make you comfortable, or at least as much as possible being owned by someone. I want someone who can think for themselves, and communicate their needs, and in return simply help me with my work. I’m not asking you to be my sex slave, or anything as cliche as that.” At first it was confusion, now it was mixed with minor annoyance, but not enough to be angry or the sort. Rey was just so unused to this, and was hoping she wasn’t some lenan who had to be told how to do everything.

Surely her prev-....right, slavers, that was expecting and considering them higher then ever deserved. “Look, I am not going to take advantage of you, anything like that, will be by your own consent. I need someone I can trust, not someone who fearfully sleeps with me out of a sense of requirement.”, he added as if to clarify further as more of it made sense now. Truly, he was mentally kicking himself for not seeing that perspective of her behavior sooner. “Look, not only will I eventually unlock your name, but when I around the same time, know you are trustworthy, will share my own.”

"I was.... I was told time and time again that, no matter what whoever buys me says... It'd always end up the same way." She finally muttered. "The handlers... were very vocal about that. They mentioned, when I was to be given to you, that it's always the first that's worst..." She said, trying to keep herself from breaking down. She could think for herself, she was just afraid to do so. After the abuse she'd experienced, first from the slavers themselves, then the Syndicate handlers... She was not sure what to expect other than misery, pain, and the abuse to continue.

"I'm... Please don't punish me." She begged, knowing that all he had to do was send a signal and she'd be on the floor writhing in pain because of her geist acting upon the sent command.

“What are their names, every handler.” Those words came calm, yet somehow very cold, assured of what his actions would be. “It sounds like they have not been meeting the standards of our organization. That… Cannot go unchecked, and without answer. So, give me their names, and faces and I will bring them before you so that you can have justice. I am no hero, or saint, and my wrath is absolute. I do not abide by actions that harm what is mine, or bring fear to those within my circle.”

Reynard hadn’t moved, but just his sense of presence had changed, an aura of hate silently emanating from his full stature. Even after a moment, his stride brought him briskly back to the table, and to the pad he had left. To which he began to search files, of which he withdrew pictures, some recognizable as handlers. Slowly sliding it over to her, he asked simply, “Point all of them out.”

Shaking her head, Azure looked more frightened of Rey right now than anything else. "I never got names... I was handed off to the... the..." She tried twice to say the word 'Syndicate' but couldn't. She could think it, so she wasn't locked from that. Probably just couldn't say it to avoid harming the organization itself. "The, the ones who got me kept me in a small room on the ship after I woke up... After they'd... changed me. I remember being offered a job off-world... then blackness until I woke up in that cell like this." She cried.

"They only spoke to me to... to remind me that I was never getting saved." She said, but as Reynard put the pictures on the tablet, she couldn't bring herself to look away. It was an order after all. Once all thirty handler images were up, she pointed out 5 of them. "Those ones. They, they were the ones I was... I was... prepared by. They, seemed upset when they told me to come here." She finished, her voice very small and frightened.

“That’s fine, they won’t be able to for much longer. I am a Syndicate enforcer, my job is keeping those in our employ in line, and severing the weeds from the garden that is our organization. These men have chosen to become weeds.” There was a strong sense of finality to those words, his anger having toned down by now, as he was given a satisfactory answer to more accurate direct said anger. A gentle hand was placed on her head once more, a reassuring pat, to possibly soothe her. “I appreciate your cooperation, doing so will improve those in similar situations, at least in the vein of reducing those who conduct such treatment of slaves.”

"Y-yes sir." She whispered. She wasn't sure what to make of this. All she could really think was... when was her spine going to arch in agony for this whole thing. But her master seemed... well, not angry at her. But rather, angry at those who she remembered doing all they could to break her down without leaving any physical marks. The Geist was useful for that much, especially the modified versions that she and the other slaves had installed.

Still, she couldn't help her tail beginning to finally not curl protectively around herself, and instead, it began to wag a little bit as she felt his hand on her head. "Thank you." She muttered very quietly, not quite enough to be unheard, but still clearly not meant to be paid attention to.

“I should be thanking you. Not even an hour of joining my life, and you have already proven more then useful in my work. As I said before, I am no saint, but I will protect you. Where others bring about peace through such political concepts of law and order, in a twisted way we do so through controlled tyranny and power. You are now one of us.” It was a sincere statement of gratitude, and perhaps a bit of oversharing, but he was feeling somewhat dramatic today. Perhaps having someone to impress upon was a bit more of a mood raiser then he had been expecting. Regardless, hopefully this brought her closer to being more trusting and loyal, and therefore more likely to be trustworthy in his eyes in the near future.

Azure nodded. She wasn't sure what to make of this whole situation. But she was at least grateful that Reynard was appreciating what was happening and her contribution, limited as it was. "Anything else before, we get me clothing, master?" she asked, while also testing the air with calling him what he was to her.

Hm, that was going to take some getting used to, but it was fine. “There are no injuries, yes? Or would you like me to check over? Outside of that, I suppose I should perhaps make sure you’re familiar with our home here. Is there anything you would like to request, now is the time to ask as well, otherwise we can handle it once back home.”, Rey answered, unsure of if she was implying anything. Something else he would have to familiarize himself in reading in the future, but hopefully he could coax her into communicating more clearly to him.

"I think, at least... knowing where I'll be staying." She mused, looking at the doors. She knew the bathroom, and the room she was pretty sure was his. That left two other doors, one likely the laundry space and the other a spare room. "Since, I only had what I was wearing." She admitted, having nothing but the rags to her name now. And well, she wanted to know where he wanted her to be. If that meant his bed, or in a bed of her own.

“I have two rooms, as you might have guessed. Mine, and a somewhat dorm style spare for guests, and… similar associates. For the sake of asking, either are open. You may… lay with me, or have your own, it is up to your preference.” Rey wasn’t sure which she would pick at this point, leaning towards guessing her own, but something made him feel she would choose his out of sense to please him possibly as well. In either case, he’d accept it, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t make space if need be.

Thinking about it... On one hand, she wanted to have her own space, but she also felt like there was something for her being with Rey. Especially since, at the moment, he only had the two rooms. And she figured he wouldn't want to force his guests, if they were powerful indeed, to be stuck in the living room either...

"If, well, if you don't mind... I'll share your room. Until you feel otherwise about it." She said, looking nervous and hoping she wasn't overstepping. After all, she said share the room, not the bed. Oh wait... That could be taken the same way, right? "I mean, I..." She tries to think of how to explain herself without coming across like an idiot or being indecisive, but she also didn't want to feel like she was intentionally being distanced from him.

“Sooo to clarify, and this is me trying to interpret the sudden burst of shyness. You want to stay in my room, but with a separate bed?”, Reynard asked for clarification. It was an option c he hadn’t honestly thought of, but wasn’t going to say no to. Or maybe he should, as she’d be in the same room as he’s vulnerable during his sleep, but it was perhaps a gamble he could make out of good will. Or whatever passed as such for people like him, and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be defenseless either. “I hope I am understanding that correctly?’

She nodded. "I just, don't want to make you uncomfortable, or disrupt your guests..." She said, giving a nervous smile. "I mean, if you want... I will lay with you... but I don't know if you want to..." She said, trying to seemingly find some kind of excuse either of them could use to affect things, since she wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing.

A small rub of the back of his neck was given, somewhat surprised they had gotten into this deep of a conversation. They really would have been out the door earlier otherwise, but that was on him for not expecting this in dealing with another person to some extent. “If I’m completely honest, the fact that the higher ups dropped someone on me as a reward is already somewhat uncomfortable. I don’t normally take in others to my life easily, much less to see me, the actual me. We are now together though, so I will adjust, so I want you to have what you want. Ask of me what you wish, and I will accommodate as I can.”

"I'm... thinking we should probably get those clothes..." She said, thinking that both of them were kind of unsure so maybe changing the focus would be better. "And maybe a bed as well..." She said, figuring just go with the extra bed in the room to simplify things.

Rey for a moment seemed as if he may have wanted to say something more, but simply nodded in agreement, thinking perhaps what he had said made her more uncomfortable. “Right, please follow me then, my car is in the parking complex next door.”, was his casual reply before gesturing towards the door. “Would you perhaps be okay with taking my arm as we go today, to get some practice on the eye candy routine?”

Giving a simple nod, she figured it was probably the right thing to start practicing. Especially since she was going to need practice and experience. "Probably not a bad thing..." She voiced, walking to the door, though she did need to grab ahold of the shorts as she walked towards the door, as she realized the waist of the shorts didn't quite hold up on their own, especially as she walked.

That was something that was a bit too obvious, and wouldn’t do, as it would hinder her getting around. Certainly if she couldn’t walk to the door without holding on to her pants. As Azure joined him at the door, Rey took a more crouched position before taking hold of the draw strings that came tied together. “We really should fix that first.”, he said as he untied them, catching the waistband before they could fall down. Pulling them up taunt and snug, asked her to hold them where he stopped. As the man reached down for the cords again, he tried to show no reaction to the now clear cameltoe crease in front of his face. Firmly, the cords were adjusted, then as equally firm redone together.

When he paused her at the door, and worked on the shorts, she couldn't help but blush, thankful for once at the fur on her face. Azure couldn't help herself but bite back a moan, so it sounded like a bit of a pained noise as opposed to the... pleasured one that she was fighting back, though there was a hint of that in it as well.

Standing up again and gently clearing his throat to relieve the tension he had been holding, finally opened the door while offering his arm again. “I uh, hope that makes them fit better. I know they aren’t ideal, but I will buy you better, don’t worry.”

So now there was not only a fair bit more leg present, but also some cameltoe... Azure tried to settle her breathing and nervousness at that, since... well, she was supposed to look nice on his arm, and well, it was all that he had that fit her currently. She nodded quickly, not wanting to let things linger too long. "Y-yeah. The sooner the better." She said, grateful she wasn't panting, yet.

Ignoring what was clearly going on, and trying to not feel bad for it, he led her out. It was a rather short walk given his condo was at the building corner, something specifically chosen for his work. They took a sky bridge from the condo complex to an attached structure that was a multi-level parking building, which had two other such condo buildings attached at two other faces of it. It was a rather compact way to design living space, but worked rather nicely all things considered. One thing Azure would notice, if possible, was that none of the vehicles here had tired, or at least in the sense of traditional wheels.

All of them were perched on what seemed to be small docking stations, or likewise but on almost wheel-like supports that peaked out from under the skirt of their chassis. They ran the gambit from fancy, and elegant, to at least nice on an executive style appearance. But the one he brought her to was actually… quite normal. This actually seemed to somewhat bother Rey physically; she might have been able to feel from his body, but admittedly the man may have become a tad embarrassed in how his stood out because of this. “So, yeah.. I go with pretty standard. People kinda run if they know it’s me driving up, so I got this to blend in more for work purposes.”, Rey seemed to admit in a slightly bashful manner.

"Actually..." She said, looking at his vehicle. "It's nice. Kind of reminds me of home..." She stated, smiling with a nod. She was trying to ignore how the fabric of the shorts were rubbing against her. Same with the shirt rubbing against her breasts. She didn't remember ever being this sensitive! But then, the rags she'd been wearing hadn't been quite as nice so she just figured it was how rough the fabric on that was.

Walking to the passenger side of the vehicle, she reached a hand down to let herself in once the door was unlocked.

Getting in himself, his minor shame was at least abated by her kind words, which he silently thanked her for. Starting up, the vehicle began to lift off its dock, before gliding forward out of the space, and as Rey pulled it around to the ramp. Taking them down to the bottom level and going through the gate, this was likely his new companion’s first full look at the inside of the colony station. One that likely would accompany the slight vertigo of feeling tilted that had been there since her arrival, as to either side the land curved up and back around. They were inside a massive tube, something she may have likely seen the newer iterations of, but in their proper place in space.

“I guess if not having been said already, welcome to the region of the pit meant for the elite of Tortuga. Center of power for the Syndicate, and seat of control for our little den of detritus.”, Reynard finally said after a moment as they had left the complex into the artificial sunlight of the day cycle. At the center of it all, was a spire acting as support for the whole structure, now sporting various long arms and bridges that ran to the curved surface that was the inside of the station. “Spaceport at the top, industrial center at the bottom, and everyone with connections plastered to its walls in luxury and comfort.”

Nodding very slowly, since she was familiar with the spires and their transporting ship that formed the origin point of NDC colonies. She'd been born near one even. Well, 'born'. "Sounds about standard to me in that respect." Azure said. "Will, we be asked too many questions when we get to the store? Or is it more than a singular store?" She asked, glancing over at Reynard as they drove.

“Well we will be going to a few, though thankfully they are all in the same complex. Just a massive mall basically. As for questions, I’m not sure what you mean? I imagine tailors will take your measurements, unless you meant some other kind of questioning?” Rey didn’t exactly understand her own question, as he couldn’t think of anything she might get interrogated on or of the like. The vehicle was gliding on relatively fast, the enforcer mostly just giving it directions as they went, which suggested some sort of guidance system in the vehicle and roadways.

At one point they even took a turn onto an air track, a set of suspended rings that offered magnetic guidance to the vehicle to make its flight more efficient and easier. It must have been what counted as an expressway here, or fast lane perhaps? Despite the strange orientation, most of the buildings still bore the unique metallic towers look of most NDC hubs, but they were far more decorated with actual signage, or holo projections and that seemed just tacked onto their outsides. In fact every building was tall, compact, and connective to what seemed like several others in ways that complimented their purpose.

"I mean, won't there be questions about the fact that you have a wolf-mod female with you and you're helping her pick up an entire wardrobe? Or is that kind of, oddness, normal here?" She asked, glancing back and forth between the route ahead of them and Reynard. Other than the added signs on the buildings, this all felt very familiar to her. Mind, she'd never been in the orbital tube of her home, at least while conscious if we're to be fair, so there was some fascination with how the interior of this place was arranged and set up.

"I mean, I imagine that the... the... The organization, has a lot of sway, since very few people looked twice at me while I walked from the pens to your house." She said, shrugging slightly.

“Well probably not, they’ll most likely avoid us actually. I’m, kinda well known, half by reputation and half by association. As for no one batting an eye, we don’t really live in a society here, as the Syndicate keeps this place running. They are the ones in power, and most other groups hate to admit it, but it keeps them in line at least.” With a slight hand motion of teetering it flatly as he spoke of his reputation, in a surprisingly casual manner, he never turned away from the…road? “If anyone does ask by some chance, I’ll just tell them you're my girl, and I’m taking you out shopping. Anything more and I’ll just tell them to mind their P’s and Q’s.”, Rey further added.

The area they were now coming down to was by all signs, much more commercial, and more market oriented. There was even some open markets but fairly nice, in what open areas there were, that clearly weren’t park areas of maintained greenery.

"I see." Azure says, nodding slowly. She supposed that made sense, especially with how much hold the Syndicate seemed to have on the whole place. "So, to be sure, we're looking at an elegant outfit, a business outfit, and a casual outfit, all of it suited for eye candy, minimum, right? Oh, and the other sundries I need." She said, trying to focus her mind on the fact that she was about to have her own clothes again for the first time in... however long she'd been taken. "Ummm, what day is it by the way?" She asked, glancing at Reynard. "I'm, just curious how long it's been since I was... well... kidnapped."

The vehicle glided along the ringed track to come back down to a street, at which it slowed to a cruising velocity. “Well a couple of each, just to give you some variety, and options for occasions. Also we still need to get you normal clothes too, as I hope to fill up your closet today, but yes those and sundries. Tuesday by the way to your question.”, he answered after a moment of making sure they were good on the changeover. Soon they slowed further as he turned them off and into another parking complex, but this time parking close to their walkway over to the shopping center, in a priority parking dock.

Once it was stopped and clamped in, the doors were opened, to which Rey came around to offer her his hand. “I wanted to mention that you seem to be adjusting to the change in orientation well. Normally the station screws with mod senses of orientation far harder.”

"I mean... The last date I remember was October 11th... But since I can't access my Geist, I don't know how long it's been." She mused, sighing. As they stepped out of the car, she just shrugged. "Probably cause I've been here for... I guess a month already? Sitting in that cell waiting to be auctioned off or whatever." She said when he mentioned the orientation. "So I guess I've been already adjusting to it without realizing it."

“Just out of curiosity, given everything I’ve shown you on the trip so far, what direction do you think is down?”, Rey asked with a small grin as they walked into the other building. Inside was the bustle one might expect from a mall, but as they got only further in, it was so far more vertical. Level after level towards the sky, full of shoppers dressed from formal to even designer casual, with stores that had most names that were unfamiliar. There were no mall cops here either, only men who were dressed for full security work, another sign of this being a place meant for the rich and powerful.

"Well, first instinct is below my feet. But since I saw the panels showing space, that's clearly not the case. So, I'd guess it's..." Azure said, considering it, before pointing to their right towards one of the cap points. "That way." She said, though there wasn't a massive amount of confidence in the answer.

“Well you had the right idea, but it’s the opposite one. That is up, and our feet are currently tracking from west to south west.”, Rey answered with a small chuckle, “Don’t worry, another month and you’ll get used to it. Place kinda helps you develop a more 3 dimensional sense of direction over time.”

Her master stopped at a directory to check the map, double checking the positions of his targeted stops across the many floors of the interactive map display. “So which do you want to take care of first on the needs list?”

"Ummm.. Underwear first. Please." She slowly said though it quickly turned into a whisper. She was trying to not squirm as she thought about how much the fabric was rubbing against her in a way that was not altogether unpleasant, but kind of embarrassing to experience right now.

“Yeah that’s understandable, and perhaps maybe the most embarrassing on the list for the both of us. Might as well get it done with.” After he agreed, the pair took a lift up for a bit, before stepping off on another floor, and walked to a very large store dedicated to such things. Rey seemed apprehensive to enter the door, always finding such places the no-man's land of men in his mind. “Um, I’ll follow you on this one, and… try not to stare too much.”

Azure looked up at the sign and then at Reynard. "Uhh, master... Are we sure?" She looked askance at him. The store was named 'Orias' Bold Fashions' And the display windows were showing women's undergarments that were... well, there were certainly some styles that were much more covering and certainly much less bold than those on display. At his stiff nod, the wolf-mod made a tiny groan and stepped inside, nearly screaming in surprise as one of the attendants seemed to just appear next to her.

"Hi! Welcome to the boldest fashions in the system! So bold you would swear that they were made by a succubus! What can I do to you today?" The female attendant said in an altogether too eager voice, almost like she smelled fresh blood like some kind of shark and pounced. Azure was busy blinking and quickly looking between the attendant and Reynard, with a very tiny voice squeaking out the word 'help'. It was hard to tell if it was to help her with the attendant, or with the shopping itself.

If anything, the woman’s overbearing presence was almost frightening to the enforcer as well. “So my girl here needs a full set of undergarments for every occasion and use. Full formal to casual. Can you please set her up, and us with a changing room.”, Rey seemed to say with perfect calm despite the nervous grimace that peaked from his expression all the same. He handed the woman a stack of Syndicate Marks, “This should cover it, but if not, I’ll add to it for the rest. And… please be gentle with her.”

"Of course sir! We can fit any style, though I do need to ask, how risque and/or tantalizing will this selection be? Similar in range from fully functional and nothing else for formal attire, to the exciting fun times in casual?" The attendant asked. Azure started to open her mouth to reply when the attendant raised a hand and put a finger on the muzzle of the wolf-mod. "Ah ah ah now dear, your master is speaking." She said, pointedly looking at the collar which hung around Azure's neck, then at Reynard.

“Miss, I do suggest you let her answer, if you would so kindly. I have given that choice to her.”, Rey replied politely but with just that wisp of annoyance in his tone. “Perhaps though, maybe one or two would not hurt, but give her a wide selection to try please at her leisure.” To be honest, that may have been asking for a slog given the absolute menagerie of diverse cuts, trims, and patterns in the store even at a glance. Surely it could be narrowed, but he had no idea, and this was not his realm, but her being casually silenced when he gave no hindrance was inappropriate in his eyes.

"Very well Sir. Well Miss?" The attendant asked, turning her gaze from Reynard to Azure.

"Ummm... I'd like a few that are good for regular wear. But the majority should be... Uhhh..." Azure said, thinking of a nice regular set of bra and panties to have when she wasn't expecting to be working and what have you. However, when it came to asking for the majority to be fitting the 'eye candy' image that Reynard wanted her to project when in public with him it seemed, well, she was more bashful. "Uhhh..." She stammered, before gesturing for the attendant to lean in so she could whisper without embarrassing herself further.

"Ahhh, you're to be eye candy I see. I see. I think we can find some pieces that would work wonderfully with you... Hmmm..." The attendant stated without hesitation or shame, even as Azure quickly put her hands to her face and groaned into them. "You look to be about, ooh, I'd say a 40E cup, with a 30 waist and a 40 hip." The attendant said, before reaching into a pouch she had on her waist to pull out a tape measure, and before Azure could really react, quickly applied it to confirm the measurements. "Yup, eyes haven't failed me yet. Let's get you set up. Will you need sportswear as well?" She asked, looking between the pair.

“Good question, I hadn’t actually considered that. Would you want something to wear to the gym? I go regularly myself, and well, you’re actually wearing one of my sets for when I go jogging. Which you look good in, but perhaps maybe one better fitted for you when we get to that.” At this point Rey was admittedly rambling a bit, more to break the ice, and avoid awkward silence on his part. Though perhaps to alleviate her nervousness, though just blatantly admitting she was wearing his clothes, might have just washed that effect completely and unintentionally. Something the attendant would likely use as ammunition, and Azure even more embarrassment.

"I see I see." The attendant said, nodding sagely.

"I, probably should." Azure said, nodding.

"Okay, we can get you fitted with a sports bra and such. Do you want it normal, or eye catching?" she asked, looking at the wolf-mod who promptly laid her ears flat as she was presented with that option.

"Ummm... A set of each?" Azure said somewhat stunned and not sure how else to avoid this getting worse.

"Excellent! I can get you some to start with. Would you rather our modest options or our properly eye candy pieces first? As it is, we sadly don't have actual sportswear, but the undergarments we have in spades. After all, we are a lingerie store!" The attendant asked, smirking in a way that said that she was fairly certain she not only knew what she was doing, but how to swing the situation to cater to her liking in the process.

Azure squirmed and looked at Reynard to see which he would suggest for them going for since she was pretty sure whatever they ended up deciding would be what she wore out of the store.

“Let’s go with modest, I’m not sure she would forgive me for putting her poor heart through the strain of the latter. I’m trying to be as gentle with her as possible on her first day with me.”, her master admitted as he tried to not look her in the eye at the moment. He was unexpectedly putting her through a lot already by having just come to this store, but it had been a high recommendation, and one that had pretty much everything he had thought of at the time. “I don’t suppose you also carry care products as well do you? Any feminine care products in general?”

"Very well. We'll find the perfect set for her shortly. As for care products, I'm afraid not. Though, there is a store a floor up and about three fronts east from here that specializes in that. I believe they also do makeup and other such beauty products." The attendant answered, while gently placing a hand on Azure's shoulder before guiding her into the depths of the store to find the appropriate set of underwear.

As his servant was whisked away, Reynard resigned to take a seat in one of the available chairs located by the door. The man seemed to almost deflate from the release of pressure, unsure how he could service an employee like that. And so he waited for some time, almost an hour or more in fact, the man having started to watch video feeds from his geist or the occasional online game of pool. Eventually they returned with Azure, and bags in tow, much as he had expected. “I hope all went well. Do you need any more from me to cover the cost ma’am?”, Rey asked as they came forward.

"Nope, we were able to cover all of it. The fur did prove challenging, but the coloration and her body measurements aren't anything we haven't seen before." the attendant replied, all while Azure had that dazed look that one commonly would have easily pegged on soldiers who'd been in combat a little too long and were still trying to process that they somehow survived all of it.

"I can see something other than underwear..." Azure muttered, taking a step towards the store entrance as though entranced by the concept. She did seem a little drained, but that was probably just from the whirlwind of who knows what happening to her with all those underwear trials.

“Alrighty, we’ll be going then.” With that, he quickly ushered Azure out and they shuffled back to the lifts. Going up a floor, he simply patted his servant on the head as an apology, and survived the previous ordeal. “How about we take care of feminine products next, since we don’t want to bag down with the heavy stuff just yet.”, Rey offered as the lift dinged to a stop and they walked to the shop mentioned. At least this one was…somewhat normal, looking almost like a boutique with how it was decorated. But the name gave him a strange unsettling vibe, as it read Temperance Temptations.

Azure gave a slow nod, eyes beginning to regain their focus as she followed Reynard to the store. "Are, most of the stores like the last one?" She asked, hoping that they weren't about to be... what was the term she'd heard once? Ah right, chum to be fed to the sharks. She wasn't sure she could survive another round of that. Plus the way that last one had touched her, it felt like there was intent to do more than just touch and fit her with the clothes... NOPE! No no no no no no! Not going there again! It was just way too weird.

He simply gave her a completely confused look, complete with raised eyebrow. “Um, I’m a guy, how would I know? Most places I shop are a lot more, leisurely, and calmer….Perhaps a bit less thirsty…most of the time. Anyways, come on, in ya go, I’m sure it's fine.” Inside were all female staff, as he expected, though something about them seemed perky. Though it was thankfully not seemingly in the same way as the last place. “Um, hello, yeah so can you hook my girl here up with all her….feminine things?”, Rey asked the nearest attendant as they entered.

Somehow her expression turned almost cold despite still carrying a smile, but suddenly switched tracks to rays of legitimate sunshine warmth almost when it came to Azure. Somehow, rey almost felt personally attacked without a word spoken, or action taken. Why was it suddenly his turn to step onto a battlefield, they weren’t even here for him!

"Uhhh, yes. I need, well... All the basics and a few extra things aside." She said, rubbing the back of her neck, and nearly clocking herself with the bag. Somehow, she felt more comfortable saying this here than she did in that lingerie place! Almost like the air in here was soothing and relaxing in a way that the last shop hadn't been. "And maybe something to help pretty me up as eye candy." Again, that weird calm relaxation feeling! Azure would almost feel worried about it, but she just felt... calm. Like everything was normal. Sure, there was some nerves, and embarrassment under it all, but it just felt normal. Like it wasn't a problem unless she actively made it a problem.

Somehow the mention of eye candy intensified the feeling of daggers at his throat, “Um yeah, so I will leave this with you, and wait outside the door.” Reynard left a stack of currency again, but in Azure’s hand this time, before quickly backing outside. His tension from the unseen negativity directed at him, probably could be felt by Azure even as he did. This place was very strange in vibes, and even stranger in the veil of directed forces.

The attendant was smooth in her approach, standing before Azure, “Now that the man is away, let the girls have their time. So how about we get you taken care of, and maybe take all the time needed to do so. I want to hear your full list dear, and I’ll see to every item.”, she spoke so softly and sweetly, heavenly in quality. Like a doting mother superior to her younger sisters of the cloth, radiating care and affection.

"Oh, yes. I'm going to need all the basic care products. Hair care, skin care, hygiene, that sort of stuff. I currently have none and have not for some time. I'm not sure how much time. As said, I'm also going to need things for helping beautify myself when needed, though I don't think the stuff I know is much applicable to my current appearance since it is very much different from what I used to have." She said, still feeling that unnatural calm. "It'll need to be enough to cover a range of causes from highly formal affairs to more casual strolls." she continued, that sense of embarrassment building as she talked, but somehow, it did almost nothing to slow her words since that was just normal.

Some time later, after much browsing and talking, Azure would finally emerge. The attendant waved her off goodbye, before almost visibly letting a glare slip out towards Rey waiting off to the side. That was the only thing he needed to vacate, Rey ushering his servant along with him. “Holy gods, I’ve never felt that much hostility since the last time we had a territory war I had to act as observer for.”, he said after they got some distance away. “Okay, so what next, we got you care products, undergarments. So casual, or formal next?”

Stepping onto the walkway outside of the store, she had a smile that suddenly turned somewhat horrified as she processed finally with everything that'd just happened. "I'm... I can't believe I was so relaxed in there." She said, looking at Reynard. "Let's just... Just go with casual, so that I don't look so silly wearing your things..." She said, feeling like she was looking so silly in his gym clothes, since she somehow still managed to have some cameltoe going on.

“Well all that considered, they still look rather nice on you, and at least your nips aren’t poking through the fabric anymore.”, Rey admitted as they yet again entered a lift. He wasn’t really paying attention to how what he said sounded, but anything was better then lingering on the store of death he never wanted to go near again. “So what do you think you’d like to wear, the casual formal outfits aside? Is there any style of normal clothes that you think you like?”

Blushing as he mentioned her nipples, she reached an arm over and rubbed her opposite arm. "I mean, was it really that much of a problem?" She asked quietly, but not quietly enough to be unheard by even Reynard. It was probably some part of her 'conditioning' still showing through, but it wasn't entirely that, since she seemed to be considering the idea rather seriously on it's own as opposed to just what he expected of her.

As it was, on the subject of her choice of casual wear, she gave a small, somewhat nervous, chuckle. "I mean, I tended towards shorts and short shirts, as well as a few more practical options. We were kind of a frontier colony world. So practical was sort of the name of the game... But it was also a pretty warm one, so clothing trended towards, well, less fabric, to help with temperature..." She said, on the subject of her own clothing choices. She didn't want to just tell him that the colony did a psudeo-Sykain style simply because the climate where the colony was set down was very similar to the nomadic people's norm.

“You may want a tad warmer then that, because believe it or not, this is the summer cycle right now. The environmental regulation is pretty good, so smaller margin, but you’ll definitely feel it in the slum and cavern districts. Also definitely gym wear here.”, her master mused as this lift ride took somewhat longer then the previous. They were heading to the mid floors, but it at least gave the pair a few minutes to relax and talk as the many floors passed vertically outside the transparent looking chassis of the lift. “Also I had no problem with it, quite the opposite, but I was having a hard time not staring.”

"Ah. Sorry sir." She said, not sure how to take his comment about staring. Was it a compliment? Or admonishment? Gah, it was so hard to tell! As for the weather... "I, see. I suppose having stuff better suited for the other parts of the station would be good, but I don't imagine you'll be dragging me along on a lot of work just yet, huh? I mean, I just... well... worked in a small store..." She trailed off, voice getting very small and embarrassed as she finished the sentence, not sure how he'd take that she'd basically need to be trained up to do whatever it was he planned on having her do.

Her admittance didn’t seem to bother him, or cause any vocal lessening of his opinion of Azure. “Not for hunts at least, but anything involving paperwork, or more formal hand-offs. I will avoid bringing you into risky situations as much as possible, but outside the station tube, safety decreases exponentially based on district. So most of your job will be that of paperwork, and… maid-like stuff I guess?” That was about the best way Rey could think to put it. He didn’t exactly know, he’d never owned a slave before, or someone who wasn’t there for work purposes only.

His hand once again found its way to her head in reassurance, “We’re both learning here, so bare with me if I don’t make a whole lot of sense in my answers right now.”

Her tail started wagging once more as he put his hand on her head, though Azure kind of made a small embarrassed noise as he did. Though she didn't push him away for it. "Y-yes Master." She said. She could do paperwork at least, and well, cleaning wasn't exactly hard, so keeping up the house probably wasn't the worst thing either. At least until he started taking her on work-related things.

Soon though, she realized they were in a store, which caught her off guard. Had she really spaced out that much over a simple head rub?!

Reynard’s hand had never actually left her head either, unwilling to pull it away at the time as she seemed to enjoy the affection. “So, this one is less likely to have an attendant like before. At most they can probably just bring what stock fits if we give them your measurements. I shop at this one a lot when I’m not in the capital.”, he idly commented before stepping towards an employee and telling them the said information. Leading her back, Rey sat outside the modest changing rooms, while they waited for the clothes to be brought. “Come, sit, might be a minute.”

Nodding, Azure sat down next to him, and sat there with her hands in her lap fidgeting. While she was sure that they'd get stuff to fit her, she wasn't sure what to make of all this. To be fair, she was so unused to the amount of sheer, availability that was on hand, much less the variety of styles and options they seemed to have. And him spending what seemed like an awful lot of money to her, for her, was making her feel like she should probably do something nice for him... Even if she was just getting the sorts of things she'd need to do whatever work her put her into doing.

Soon enough, a few stacks of common to modest clothing for a woman of her measure was brought by. Once the attendant left, Rey would speak up again, “So go through this all and pick out what you like, and put those to the other side of me. I’ll be here if you.. I guess, want my opinion?” There was a lot, and much variety for most normal needs, to which he gestured to.

Giving a brief nod, she picked up one of the stacks, and started looking through it. "Ummm, just... a quick question Master..." She asked, already starting to put some of the items to the side. Mostly clothes that were modest and fairly functional, though a couple of her choices did seem on the more 'pushing the line' side of things, though each of those came with a nervous look to her eye.

“Hmm, yes Azure, what can I help you with?”, Rey asked curiously, unsure of what said question might be. Maybe another one of how risque? Hopefully not, he thought she had understood that one well at the lingerie job from earlier.

"I just wondered... What... would you like as thank you? For everything you've done for me so far?" She asked, having finished the stack in question and begun to work on the next. She figured she'd get an idea of what he would appreciate figured out early. That way she could show her own appreciation properly.

“.......huh?”, he said seemingly lost on what she was asking, “I don’t… know what you’re asking me here.” A tilt of his head was given to emphasize that, a habit out of wearing the mask he wore so much on a daily basis. Something that would only increase for a while as they lived together, until he was sure of her. “Can you be more specific? Thank me for what?”

"Like, what I can do for you to thank you for what you've been doing to help me." She said, pausing in her looking through the clothes. "Like, what would you like me to do for you when we get back to the house to show you my appreciation." she finished, keeping her head lowered since she wasn't sure what he'd say about her request to know how to thank him. She didn't want to just say 'thank you' and be done with it. She felt that she needed to do more than that for him.

“Oh, then perhaps you can cook dinner tonight? I was going to see how well you cooked, so it works nicely then.” Rey was almost relieved for it to be something so simple, and so seemingly mundane of a question now. “I’m not greedy, and I won’t ever demand much of you. I stopped counting on thanks a long time ago, with how few this line of work brings. But I will spoil you rotten all the same, because well,..I can, and you offer the chance at companionship I don’t normally get. So thank you.”

Azure nodded. "I mean, that's just expected if I'm going to do maid duties... I was wondering outside of the scope of the work you give me." She said, sounding somewhat defeated, but returned her focus to the clothes in front of her, working through the stack in quiet while she tried to think on why she flet so disappointed about this whole thing. She should be glad all he wanted was a cooked meal. So why did it feel like he'd dropped her into a body of water with weights on?

Reynard thought of that with how she pointed it in that perspective, and admittedly, he felt somewhat of an ass for that one. “Oh um, well,... would it be weird to.. Ask for a hug then?”, he almost seemed to ask bashfully, something very abnormal for him, at least to those who’d been around him long enough. He’d never just gotten a simple hug, at least not with more sexual connotations behind it, or even in a familial manner if he was honest. “If that’s not comfortable, its fine, just figured I’d ask since the last request was just going to be normal work.”

Thinking on it for several moments, still working through the rest of the second stack of clothes, Azure smiled, and put the stack down. With a quick step over, she hugged him. Full on with tail wagging happily behind her. Never mind that it felt really good to press her breasts against his chest. Somehow even with the bra and shirt on, she couldn't deny how she seemed to rub her nipples against him because it just felt good, since they did still press out enough that even the bra couldn't completely conceal them. More of the modifications done to her? Or was it actual enjoyment? Azure wasn't sure. And she honestly, in this moment, didn't really care.

"Thank you master." She said, pulling back and finishing the stack of clothes, and being left with what was now a third stack that she was going to try on in the changing room.

As they embraced, it was a nice warmth, even more so with her fur. But it was also so very soft, and smelled nice, something that spoke of just how nicely she cleaned up. He almost didn’t want to leave it, his arms having gently wrapped around her back during it, even forgetting he was getting a chest full of tiddies right now. “Yeah, no problem. And thank you too, that meant a lot to me.”, he offered a bit more quietly then normal. Perhaps living with her wasn’t so bad, he could get used to this if he got more of those at some point.

The next hour was a new whirlwind of trying on outfits and seeing what looked nice on her and what Reynard appreciated in them. Soon the stack that had seemed mighty tall dwindled in size until they had about two weeks worth of clothes for her to wear casually when not working for him. She'd opted for a crop top that just ever so barely gave a hint of underboob, though the wide collar did little to hide her bra's straps as the top hugged her arms just past the shoulder to hold it up (he had suggested keeping the bra on instead of taking it off, since otherwise she'd have been headlighting everyone), with a pair of hot pants that managed to emphasis her butt and hips, and still managed to present a hint of cameltoe.

They'd discussed it, but she also pointed out that she needed to get used to being his eye candy, even if she was blushing under her fur. That meant she needed to get used to showing herself off in whatever it was she wore when in that role, so she figured she'd just lean in on it for today since they had said she would be while they shopped.

Rey had gotten perhaps a bit greedy during the judging, and asked if a few pairs of yoga pants were included. “Revealing is quite nice, I won’t disagree, but tight is also capable of that as well.”, he had said as they were going outfit by outfit. Though he had to admit the hot pants and barely adequate crop top, was an unexpected combo of hers. It worked though, he silently enjoyed this new look, as it gave those peeks, but hugged her below the waist features that were so nice to admire. Fuck, she’s actually going to turn me into a gawker at this rate.

“So, that leaves just the business and elegant, and that will only be one stop together thankfully as well. A tailor that works for us, even did my uniform.”, he confirmed as he counted up the total and gave it out to the cashier.

Giving him an appreciative nod, she wrapped her arms around one of his as they left the store, partially to hug him a bit more, but also because despite their discussion, she still felt nervous as they walked out and fully into the moderately crowded space of the mall. Her ears were twisting this way and that as she waited to hear someone make some kind of snide comment or disapproving noise at the pair of them, her tail even curling slightly in a nervous fashion. But they never came. The people around them just seemed to take the pair of them as just 'normal'. Which Azure wasn't sure how to take. Was what the two of them were.... normal here? Really normal, or was it just that enforced 'normal'?

In all honesty, a bit of both, and it wasn’t as if they were the only pair of sorts walking around. They just seemed to be far fewer in sight here, or separated as servants ran errands for their masters. At a glance, it could all be easily mistaken for run of the mill, but the hints of the truth were everywhere in the things people wore, how they behave isolate yet cheer to some stranger at their side. As it has been said countless times, the devil is truly in the details,... unless you went to the local lingerie store then she was likely strutting her own product.

Now the last clothing store they visited a bit later, as it was a top floor shop, and was one clearly designed with the wealthy and powerful in mind. It was as elegant in decor, as the clothing work on display, and the tailors being those dressed as those hired by royalty. Considering how many old blood lost their thrones long ago, that wouldn’t have surprised Rey.

As if awaiting their arrival, a man in fine butler-like attire and a masquerade mask stepped forward. “Welcome back Master Red, I understand you have someone you’d like made presentable.”, came his smooth yet elderly voice, rich with class and sage-like tone. “Yes, I need the full set for my servant, all occasions. Get her detail measured, and complimented as representative of the convened table.”, came Reynard’s brisk and professional reply, laying out what he needed. “I will be talking to you in private for a specific piece on our list today while I’m here. Shall two seals cover it?”

The elder man had been eyeing Azure, eyeing her up like a doctor looking over the sight of surgery on a patient. “Yes yes, come miss, right to the back there. Carry on, do not make your master wait please.”, he added after his examination, and Rey’s list of needs had been finished.

Glancing at Reynard as she was asked to follow, she gave a smile as he gave her a nod, before following the elderly gentleman to the back. Soon she stood on a little... stand? Plinth? Whatever you called it, in front of three large mirrors. Since this was important, she assumed she'd best follow the tailor's instructions as he gave them, even if her tail and ears had other ideas when she was asked to strip down to nothing, muzzle twisting a very tiny bit as she fought the urge to cover herself with her arms.

But soon enough she could put her clothes back on, but was soon seeing just how... peculiar her fur was making the tailor's job while he tried to find the right fabrics and colors to make the outfits required to work. It seemed having such a pastel blue was uncommon.

Once she was allowed to come back out to the front, Rey was waiting with the butler-like man again beside him, a small box under her master’s arm. “They should arrive tomorrow afternoon sir.”, the elderly tailor offered in comment to Rey as Azure came out. A curt nod was given, before the enforcer handed him two intricately minted coins, and he took his leave back into the shop.

“Azure, come here, I have something for you. So I hope you don’t mind, but I kinda nicked this without you noticing earlier. Had them make it more fitting, and much nicer then the plain thing it was before.” As her master said this, he took the box out from under his arm, before opening it as she rejoined him. Inside was her collar, but the leather had been redone, the outside decoratively redone, and the inside had been softly cushioned for her comfort. “I wanted it to be more comfortable, and less plain for you.”

Azure blinked, having noticed while looking at herself in the mirrors being without her collar, but she hadn't been able to figure out how it'd vanished, since she was wearing it when they'd left the previous store. "I... Thank you master." She said, not sure what to say really. Sure, it was just a fancier version of the outward marker denoting her as a slave... but the fact that he was willing to go that far to at least make it feel less like that was... nice. More than nice really, but Azure wasn't sure the term to use for the feeling.

She reaching up and pulled the shoulder-length hair away from her neck, figuring they might as well get it back on now.

With as gentle and deft handling as he had before, replaced it for her with care. “I hope it's easier to wear for you now? It didn’t look comfortable before, and it was bothering me for a bit because of that. So I went ahead and shilled out the extra coin to have it done.”, were his calm words after it was back in its place. “I suppose that leaves, just getting a bed now, which will have to be shipped. Is there anything you want while we’re here though, still plenty of time.”

Reaching up to test the feeling of the collar on her throat, it wasn't nearly as loose definitely, but the adjustments were nice. It was more comfortable and the tighter fit didn't press on her while moving her head around. "Uhhh, I mean... I can think of one or two things, but they might be a bit... silly." She said, rubbing the back of her neck and thus rubbing the catch of the collar, but it wasn't anywhere near as uncomfortable to do so now.

"If I'm gonna be, well, your, uhh, maid... Maybe I should have one?" She said as he looked at her waiting to clarify.

“A maid outfit? I wouldn’t say that’s silly, as more just unexpected. I wasn’t going to make you wear one, but sure. I can have them add it to the current order we just set.”, was rey’s simple reply as he actually appeared mildly surprised by her request. She was a slave, but willingly taking the role, not only in stride, but to the full measure. “And the other thing?”

She blushed, and looked to the side. "I, uhhh...." she stammered, beginning to wiggle in a way that spoke of her discomfort at the idea of asking him for this in particular. Mostly because she wasn't sure if she should ask him for some entertainment items, both regular and adult. She was sure he'd be willing, but she wasn't certain she'd be able to get herself to speak up in asking for it.

Rey waited, but it was clear she wasn’t going to answer readily, which brought a soft sigh. “I can’t know if you don’t tell me. Surely it’s not that bad of a request, so what has you so flustered.”, he asked, trying to coax an answer out of her. Though her shy wiggles were cute, it was also drawing attention, perhaps those passing now expecting some sort of display to happen. “Azure, if it makes you that shy, then maybe whisper it in my ear?”

Noting the growing interest around the pair of them, Azure whimpered and thusly clinging to Reynard again. Still, him offering to let her whisper into his ear was at least a welcome option. "Entertainment options... including sex toys." She said, the last bit almost unheard even with ehr whispering it due to her embarrassment about asking him for it, but since she couldn't exactly get it herself on her own time because she was a slave, and she doubted they'd just let her buy things on her own without a list from Reynard.

“Okay that seems pretty normal, but what kind of entertainment options, and any specific toys?”, he asked as casually as he could, hand patting her to ease her embarrassment. Rey couldn’t hide the slight reddening of his own cheeks, because of course, he should have expected this of living with a woman this close. This was going to be a long day, and there were many shops for that kind of thing, almost too many even in his opinion.

"I mean, movies and books would be good to start with." She said, more relaxed on the mundane entertainment choices. She really did prefer reading and watching her entertainment, as opposed to actively interacting with it. On the subject of her request of sex toy, she blushed.

"Uhhh... A dildo?" she said, though it sounded more like a question than anything else. She was trying to not be too blatant about how nervous she was feeling. The problem was, she was clutching a little too hard to his arm, engulfing it between her breasts, even as she tried to hug herself with his arm in the middle of it too.

“That’s all, are you sure? I know it’s not my place, but maybe get a few things to try, just so it’s not a repeated trip in the near future.”, Reynard suggested as gently as he could. Handing her a stack of marks, he took all their current bags, “Get what you want, spoil yourself.” Pulling something else from his pocket, it looked like another tag, this one of the Syndicate emblem, “Here, no one should question you running around with this.” he added as he clipped it easily onto the collar.

"Are..." She almost asked if he was sure, but once the emblem was clipped on, she nodded demurely. "Okay. Should I meet you someplace, or at the car?" She asked, since she figured he was going to take the bags elsewhere, likely the car, so she wasn't sure if he would wait there or come back in and find a spot to wait.

“I’ll drop these off and come back in, so you can do the more private items first before I get back in. You deserve to have those be as private as possible, also not sure I could handle going into a store like that just yet.”, rey replied before patting her on the head once again, then turning to go take their current loads to the car. He would be gone for a decent space of time, likely procrastinating to give her the most amount of time for her toy shopping as possible. Later once he was sure she was done, tracked her down to a normal entertainment store where he waited outside for her.

Nodding, she found a directory, she went to a nearby adult toy store. She would spend a bit of time there, and while she did get several items, she was nervous nonetheless as she walked to a bookstore and had begun to explore the options that were available for stories to follow. She would end up picking several fantasy and detective novels, in digital format with a reading tablet that had limited Geist access, one way so it could download new books. That done, she was walking out the door when she spotted Reynard. The smile on her face wavered only a tiny bit, more in her remembering her situation rather than fear of him.

She had one unmarked bag, not overly large, but she was stuffing the tablet into it. "I've gotten some to help me pass the time for a bit." She said, returning the unspent marks she had to him. She'd not gone overboard on it, but she also hadn't really 'skimped' on her selections either.

The enforcer had given her a slight wave, having casually just been waiting as he had. “Maybe this is sudden, and I know I asked you to cook earlier. But would you like to get dinner instead, before we head home?” Turning to look at the store then her, he made sure not to look towards her bags, as he had made a promise. “You can keep that tag by the way, it will, like I mentioned, let you get around even without me in tow.”, he added as if just now remembering he had given that to her.

"Sure. I don't mind getting something to eat. Since it'll give me time to see what you have in the pantry. I'm not a great cook, so more than a few meals might be... questionable." She admitted. "What are you thinking of us getting for dinner? Since I imagine it's either going to be here or someplace else." She said, looking around, before hugging his arm once more, though more in a way of showing she was meant to be on his arm as opposed to holding it like one would a 'safety blanket'.

“As much as I like food court meals, I want to take you someplace proper, as a welcome home dinner. So nice, but not too stuffy, I’d save that for later. But just a good spot that’s quiet, and it has good steak, I frequent it often.” Reynard was more comfortable with this, how she wasn’t grappling his arm, so much as just being tethered to it, like a keychain to a bag. She was really coming into her duties day one, it was honestly impressive, though almost worrisome a bit. He couldn’t tell how much of that was programming, and what was her.

“How does that sound to you?”, he asked, hoping to clear that doubt from his mind for now.

"That sounds really good." She said, nodding with a smile. She herself wasn't even aware that there had been programming slipped in with the punishments and 'rewards' she'd been given during her time in the cells she'd inhabited during her time prior to Reynard.

"I'm guessing with your suggestion, they're not quite a formal dress kind of place?" She asked, thinking about how she probably wasn't really properly dressed for most places, at least, that she was familiar with. She wasn't sure how things were here on the station.

Rey returned the smile, “Think of tavern meets casual pub and lounge. No rowdy drunks, due to its where traveling contacts come to stay and do casual business meets. Very quiet, and the food is great.” Resting a hand on her arm locked with his, it rests near her hand as if in silent invitation to move it further. If her finery had been done already, he would have taken her someplace appropriately classy.