Pulling her along and looking at the selection of fine slaves, ignoring her begging. She has gotten soft being a petgirl to a wonderful bunnygirl such as myself, as she deserves to be nicely humped by a man and learn her place as a slavegirl. Looking over the rest and looking down at the drow elf, giggling to myself at the delicious irony of trading in a regular elf for a more exotic upgrade,<strong>"Ah yes, I shall take the drow. She should serve me much better than this homely elf."</strong>Shoving Whiskers off to the slavers to get my new toy.