<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Paislee ate her food quietly as she watched Orca beneath her lashes. He seemed hesitant to eat, poking around at his food suspiciously before finally taking a bite. Relief flooded through Paislee that the sea elf was not going to put himself on a hunger strike. Anyone could see that Orca had not had a decent meal based on his frame, but it was not obvious in the way he ate. Satisfied he would likely eat enough, Paislee turned her focus back to her own food.<br/><br/>A few minutes of silence surrounded them only to be interrupted by Orca's sudden lyrical voice,<span style="color: #0080FF">"About your request earlier..."</span>Paislee looked up, pausing mid chew, one cheek slightly puffing out.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I can't promise you that I will not retaliate..."</span>Worry bloomed within her chest at Orca's words--<span style="color: #0080FF">"...though I will try." </span>Paislee swallowed her food, looking up to Orca. She took a moment to mull over what he said, finally nodding her head in acceptance.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>"It confuses me though, why you would go through this much trouble for one such as me, then refuse to let me do that which I am conditioned for," </span>another bite, though Paislee set her own fork back down.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I'm curious....What do you plan on doing with me then? Keep me as an exotic pet and show me off to all your friends? Am I to be a status symbol now? Or perhaps you will have me become your guard? Watching over house and hold while you're away, just like any good dog would..."</span>Paislee could hear the bitterness, understood it--but she did not know how to react. She could tell Orca she wanted to help him, that she didn't believe money should allow for people to control others--something she had experienced herself, though in a much different way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I guess you could make for a fine exotic pet; I suspect you will elevate my status in certain circles--but you aren't nearly as good for my reputation and standing in the communities I value...and you certainly would be a wonderful guard and protector. A true loyal...pet," </span>Paislee's words were dripping with sarcasm and it was more than apparent that perhaps she was offended by Orca's bitter questions.<span style="color: #FFBFFF"> "Alas, that is not why I bought you...I bought you because Marqu Claros had his eye on you. I'm not particularly fond of Marqu. I guess I bought you as petty revenge,"</span>she replied, averting her eyes back to her bowl. It was true that she had bought Orca because of Marqu Claros, but it wasn't for petty revenge. Marqu was one of the most brutal slave owners in the city. Paislee had come toe to toe with the man a few times, but she was sure he had never expected her to snatch his prize, so to speak, out from under him.<br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><br/>"Who was your last owner? Certainly not the auctioneer...?"</span>