<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/Josh-Kloss-male-models-18859801-1024-768.jpg)</div>Oskar looked up to see Tomás standing above him as he stood up with the female slave in his arms. Tomás didn't seem to have a problem with what Oskar had done, even stuck up for him... He was starting to sense more that Tomás like Demetri just about as much as he did. He was thankful to be leaving the shit hole, hopefully going to a better place... Somewhere with a proper bed and bath. That would definitely be nice. He quite enjoyed that it seemed his master seemed to favor Spanish enough that he commanded Oskar in it, he figured it was because he now knew that Oskar spoke it. Oskar was totally fine with speaking Spanish and being spoken to in Spanish with his new master, he actually liked it. It had been a while since he had found someone to speak in his native tongue with. Nice change of pace, all things considered. Things seemed to be looking up for Oskar, even if he was still a slave.<br/><br/>He hesitated getting into the car because it looked all nice and clean, and he was not nice or clean at the moment, but his master didn't seem to have any objections so he got in quietly, still holding the girl close. He wondered about her experiences as a slave, surely they were much different from his, she was in no way dirty like he was, she seemed to be kept pretty clean. Surely she had slept in a formal bed every night and was treated well... Well in the standards of a slave, not a normal person.<br/><br/>When they pulled up to what Oskar assumed was Tomás' home, he smiled looking up at it. It was a nice change of pace, surely it would be nothing like it had been with Demetri, not in a home as luxurious as this. He followed his new master into the home, all the while looking around at the beautiful home. They came upon what he assumed to be Tomás' room, it was quite big for one person, but he assumed that Tomás never slept alone and the reason he had bought at least the girl was to make the bed a little less lonely. He wondered what happened to the man's last slaves, but didn't feel like vocally asking. He had no idea what kind of rules or standards this master had and he didn't have the energy to be whipped for speaking before spoken to.<br/><br/>Laying the girl down on the bed, carefully he followed his new master to the bathroom. He looked to the man filling the large bath, he noticed the tattoo on his arm. Ooh, the man was a little less business than he thought at first. This was a nice change of pace, tattoos were always sexy. Oskar assumed he was going into the bath since he was so dirty, he stripped out of the clothing he had been given at Demetri's. He felt a little less dirty since those were gone.<strong>"Esos no son los míos. Usted puede quemar si lo desea, yo definitivamente no confiaría en ellos."</strong>He spoke, looking down at the clothing with a disgusted look and then to his new master.<br/><br/>Being naked didn't bother him, it was apart of being a werewolf and a slave. He did not think twice about it, though a normal person might. He only got into the bath when he was commanded to, something he was not use to was the gentle touch of another and a nice bath like this. Instantly when he sat down it started to make the bathwater turn colors that weren't normal. He sat quietly, helping wash himself when allowed, but other than that he allowed his new master to wash him and inspect him closely now that the layers of nastiness was being washed away to reveal his skin beneath.<br/><br/>He was quite liking this master so far, no cages, no shackles, no collars, no fighting, no abuse. It was all good so far, though he expected to be fighting again in the future because surely he was not bought for sexual reasons... No, that was the girl. There was no way this man had an interest in men in anyway. He looked too... Manly for that. Plus, if he wanted a man he would of gotten a male slave, not a female one. When his master was finally pleased with how Oskar looked he was finally allowed to get out, though he still had some shaving to do because he hadn't been able to properly shave in years so he had to do it with the stuff he had.<br/><br/>His master seemed to be on the same thought train because he allowed Oskar to shave, giving him the tools to do it.<strong>"Gracias."</strong>He said with a smile looking toward his master as he prepped his face to shave, thankfully he still knew how to do it. Though, that really wasn't something you forgot how to do. When he was finally done he rubbed his face and smiled.<strong>"No más sucio mexicano"</strong>He laughed, that is what his thoughts went to when he saw himself before. Though, he wasn't Mexican he was from Spain. He took great pride in that, being a Spaniard was one of the best thing you could be in the Spanish speaking world. He didn't think very well of Mexican, if that wasn't clear before. Just like Americans he thought them dirty things, just like he had been.<br/><br/>He adjusted the towel around his waist since it had begun to fall off of him. He didn't have anything to wear, but it seemed him and his new master were about the same height and size. Though, that didn't mean anything not many masters were very giving in the normal sense of the word and usually didn't share very easily. If anything Oskar might get some of Tomás' old raggy clothing, though he hoped for better.<strong>"Señor, ¿qué esperas que me ponga?"</strong>He asked, quietly, looking at his master, but not directly in the eyes. He knew from being with Demetri that was not something you did unless you were trying to defy your master and that was in no way what Oskar was going to do, Tomás seemed to be a good man so far. A generous master. Not many masters would wash a slave like Oskar, especially one that dirty and in his own bath. If anything they'd wash them out on the lawn with a hose.<br/><br/>He stood beside his master, faced toward him. He moved his arms behind his back, his head looking down at his feet as he waited for his master to speak, waiting for the verdict from him. He hoped he hadn't spoken out of turn to the man, he didn't want to anger him. His mind went to the girl then, he hoped she would be okay, she seemed to drop pretty hard, though there was no blood or anything when Oskar picked her up so if it was anything, it was internal. She was likely just weak and overwhelmed. She was human and likely had no idea about Oskar or Tomás as the beasts they were until she had been brought to be bought. That was one way to put a girl into shock...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Esos no son los míos. Usted puede quemar si lo desea, yo definitivamente no confiaría en ellos.</em> <strong>-</strong> <em>Those are not mine. You can burn if you want, I definitely would not trust them.<br/><br/>No más sucio mexicano</em> - <em>No more dirty Mexican.<br/><br/>Señor, ¿qué esperas que me ponga?</em> - <em>Sir, what do you expect me to wear?</em></div></div>