Amora glanced up at her talkative new master, blue eyes looking him over. He was not like most of the men she had had the 'pleasure' of calling Master, he looked more wealthy, and a bit more respectable. She could not say the same about her last master, that pig had thrown himself upon her, and she managed to break his arm before being handed over to the slave driver yet again. She had received several lashings after that, though after years of having it happen over and over again, she grew used to the pain.<br/><br/>She looked over at the man, her long blonde hair brushing against his face, she feigned slightly, expecting him to yell. She had never known a master that allowed any slave to touch him, even if it was an accident.