He nodded, before walking around, examining her like she was a side of beef he was choosing for his dinner tonight. He touched her sides, breasts, thighs, leaving nothing he didn't know. She was going to serve him, either as a slave or a companion, and at the first touch, he could already tell companion would never happen. Her mind was warped to only crave the feel of flesh against hers, his most preferably judging from how she shivered in delight from the simply act of him touching her, despite being unconscious. He sighed to himself, before nodding. "Larger breasts, swollen and heavy with milk, enough to fill a double hand. Her flesh, soft and pliant, but firmness of muscle hidden under the flesh. Swollen cunt, a permanent addition to signify her willingness of debase herself however I crave, despite never loosening, no matter what I inflict on her. Her hips, wide to easily pass whelps, for when and if I chose to breed her like the cattle she is."