Reis practically stumbled over himself to move back from Ezra, and the Asha could do nothing other than stare at him with a perplexed look on his face. Once again, Master was showing no interest in Ezra's propositions. In fact, he wasn't just showing a non-interest, he was actively pulling back from Ezra, doing his best to remove himself from his body and the Asha's touch, almost a repulsion. What was he doing wrong? He was performing just as the keepers had taught him. Perhaps he wasn't being sensual enough? Mother had told him that sometimes shyer humans may not be as receptive to his advances if they weren't wooed first. Ezra didn't really understand what "woo" meant, but Mother had made it clear that Ezra may need to be a little more romantic with his offerings. It was apparent that Master did not like it when Ezra was forward, not at all. He must have needed some wooing.<br/><br/>Master asked of Ezra was hungry, and the Asha thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, Master, I am a bit hungry. They did not give me any food this morning before bringing me over here to you, they just woke me up and pushed me into a dark vehicle. There were no windows to look out of and barely any light at all. I didn't much like it in there, and I would prefer not to go back anytime soon." Food sounded nice, although Ezra would have much preferred to be pleasuring his Master, but Reis needed wooing first, Ezra was sure of this.<br/><br/>"Pick out a room? You're funny, Master," Ezra replied, a light chuckle falling from his lips that wasn't unlike the sound of wind chimes dancing in the breeze. "I do not need a room of my own. I shall sleep with you. Unless your bed is not big enough for the two of us, then I will sleep on the floor. I do not mind. As long as I get to be near you I will be very happy." Ezra offered his master a large smile filled with attractive white teeth. The keepers had made sure that he took care of his oral hygiene from a very young age to ensure that he remained beautiful and alluring to any potential buyers. He was raised and groomed to be perfect. Perhaps Reis couldn't quite see that yet, but Ezra was determined to show Reis that he was the best.<br/><br/>Reis instructed Ezra to put on his clothes, but the Asha boy wasn't too fond of that idea. "Master, must I wear them?" Ezra asked, his shoulders sagging slightly as he stared at Reis. "I was never required to wear something like that back on Tuloa. The keepers gave us undergarments--for modesty, they said--but never fabrics that clung to our whole body." Ezra was being incredibly bold in his questioning, even he knew this. Mother would have been appalled by Ezra's defiance, by questioning any instruction given to him by his beloved Master, but he so didn't like the feeling of fabrics rubbing against his sensitive skin.<br/><br/><i>"But all Belmiran Asha wear these, Ezra. Do you not want to be like them? They all have masters who love them dearly, and it is because they know how to dress themselves appropriately."<br/>
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"But Mother, I am not Belmiran. I am Tuloan, and we do not wear such things."</i><br/><br/><i>"You are whatever your master says you are, Ezra. There is no changing this. Your new master is from Belmir, and in Belmir the Asha wear proper clothing."<br/>
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"Master will love me if I dress like this?" </i>Ezra had asked skeptically, a look of concern twisting his handsome features.<br/><br/><i>"Very much, Ezra. Master will treasure you."</i><br/><br/>Mother had said many things, and so far very few of them had been true. Perhaps, Ezra thought hopefully, Master's insistence that he dress a certain way was false as well, and he could live in his new home free from the confines of sewn clothing. It seemed to work for humans well enough, but human senses were dulled. They didn't understand.<br/><br/>Ezra collected the garments in his arms but did not commence putting them back on. He took a few steps toward Reis, the taut muscles in his thighs flexing beneath his golden skin with every step. "Master? Can I go inside now? With you?"