No Key To This Dungeon

[Kenna Raine]

As Kenna's number was called two bare feet stepped upon the stage. The guard barely had to push her on. She knew the routine and what was to come next. The auctioneer would say a few things about her and than there would be bidding. The bidders had already gotten a closer lookup on all of today's line up. That was the part she hated the most being poked and prodded.

"Next up for bid is lot #8657. She's very obedient and good with housework. Also she very pretty. Can I get a bid of 10 thousand."

The words of the auctioneer were drowned out by Kenna's own thoughts. The young girl wondered were she would be placed this time and whom her master would be. Would she do a good enough job to be kept? Would he be kind?

A light sigh escaped her lips as she looked down to her feet before looking scanning the crowd. Kenna could imagine what these people were thinking. The thought alone made her shudder. Pulling at the short clean white dress they had put on her Kenna's gaze looked downward again. She did always feel awkward on center stage. She was much happier hidden away in the shadows. It was where she belonged or at least that was what she thought. There was nothing to tell her otherwise.

The young slave knew it was silly but she often dreamed of what life was on the outside. Save slave auctions Kenna had never been seen the outside world. She had these visions of what creatures and things lived outside of cages. She wished to be free but such light and hope had been snuffed out a long time ago. The world she lived in was full of blackness with no hope or way out. It was something that she had come to accept.

"Spin for the crowd." The auctioneer told Kenna as the bidding begun. Looking up to him she blinked for a moment as if trying to register what he was saying before nodding at him. As Kenna spun around in a few circles she could hear the hooping and hollering of the crowd. She ignored all of that though.

Dancing while she did her job was something she enjoyed doing. There was no music but she had this melody in her head that she played over again as she did so. It sounded silly but in a way it was freeing and something she never let anyone see. If her owner was around she quietly did as she was told nothing more and nothing less.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom had arrived at the auction house looking for someone to take care of the details he didn't care to do while working a mission. Namely the "housework" aboard his ship. He wasn't a slaver in that he actively went out and captured people to be sold into slavery, but he didn't have a problem with owning slaves either. His original plan was to simply hire someone to handle the chores. But this could prove to be quite dangerous as a hired hand was used to freedom and could more easily be suspected of selling him out. He liked the idea of droids, but at times couldn't get past the fact that they were still only machines. Malcom wasn't an outgoing person, but that didn't mean he was a completely solitary one either. With this all in mind, he decided to set out for this place and find a suitable..."employee" who could do the job without him worrying if the person had connections dangerous to his person.

A few slaves had already been brought out. Some were exotic dancing beauties, while other were almost certainly destined for work camps or fighting pits. In either case, they were either too exotic and useless for what he had in mind, or two dangerous for his liking.

"Next up for bid is lot #8657." Came the words of the auctioneer. Malcom was growing weary of this scene, and slaves that were not anything that he needed. As he let out a tired sigh, he looked up while the auctioneer continued on with his shpeel, almost resigned to not finding anything of interest. "She's very obedient and good with housework. Also she very pretty. Can I get a bid of 10 thousand." Immediately his interest was piqued. "About time." He thought to himself.

Looking the woman over as she moved, she at least on the surface seemed like what he needed so far. But he wasn't quite convinced just yet. That didn't stop someone from putting in the first bid though. An annoyed glance was shot that persons way. "Good grief. At least give me a second." He muttered under his breath. Quickly he sent a message to the auctioneer. "Can she cook as well?" Was all the message said, with no name tag to give away who is was that sent the message. Silently, he looked to the auctioneer to get the answer.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

The auctioneer paused for a moment to glance down at his beeping data pad. The bidding had begun but there was always time to answer a question. This way he could drive the price up higher on the pretty little things he sold. Ones like her were one in a million so any little spice he could add in about them he would.

"Yes, she is very capable of cooking a variety of dishes and can learn new ones. I have heard under good authority that her cooking isn't half bad either." He paused setting the data pad down scanning the crowd. "If your looking for someone for cooking, cleaning, any household chores #8657 is your girl! I dare say she would make a good companion as well." He grinned lightly patting the girl on the back. Space travel was lonely, she was one of the few that had a brain from what she heard.

Kenna did her best to lightly smile at the crowd. She was quite used to be called by a number and if not that by "hey girl" or some other term. Her owners had never cared enough to even ask her name but instead just set her to work. The young woman was used to nobody caring about her by now and just shrugged it off.

The one thing that kind of got to her was how she was tossed around a lot from Owner to Owner. They all said she did good work so Kenna couldn't understand.. What had she done wrong? She strove to do good work yet nobody even wanted to own her. Was she not a good investment? Sighing her eyes closed lightly for a moment before reopening as the bidding was to commence once again.

"Any other questions? Can I get 15 thousand?" The auctioneer asked raising the price once again. He was going to get as much as he could out of this one.

As Kenna looked out among the crowd she wondered whom may buy her this time and if they would find value in keeping her. She promised now even before knowing them that she would do a good job and not talk back. Kenna just for once wanted some stability even if that was as a slave.

[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

His face seemed to show that he was satisfied with the answer, though he rolled his eyes at the last bit about being a companion. "Only the desperate buy a slave for companionship." He mumbled to himself. Still, he wouldn't deny that she was attractive either. He did not make a bid yet though. Instead he chose to watch, to listen, and see the mood of the bidders.

A silence hung in the air for a short time before someone else put in a bid of 15,000 credits. While others poked and prodded her, he only looked into her eyes. His cautious side was looking for someone used to slavery. Someone attuned to following orders without question and not thinking anything of it. But at the same point, he was looking for a little fire and spirit in his slave. Perhaps a little contradictory, but then he was a picky person. "17,000 credits!" Someone shouted from the crowd. Still he remained silent. "20,000!" Scream another. As the price went higher and higher, his mind raced through the different factors.

What she was, what her role would be, how much would it cost to hire someone, how long it would take before she broke even on her cost, so on and so forth. At times it did disturb him how cold and calculating he could get, even if it involved a sentient being. But then, being a bounty hunter tended to bring that out in a person. However, he liked to think he wasn't just some robot either. When the current bid on her had reached 25,000 credits, he finally raised his hand, "50,000 credits!" And with that, a cold expression consumed his face. And all that people, who would no doubt look to see who made the much higher bid would see, was a less than approachable person.

Indeed the intent was definitely to drive home a don't dare bid further or else look. Only time would tell if the plan would meet with any success. He didn't have much more to spend if it didn't....

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

As Kenna scanned the crowd she noticed the normal people looking her up and down wondering what she was worth. How good of a slave she could be. In the distance she saw a man studying her in a different manner. As her eyes met his Kenna could feel her cheeks begin to warm and she in response looked away down to her feet. The young slave always tried to be respectful looking into a potential owners eyes seemed wrong. This thought however didn't keep the curious Kenna from looking up to him in his eyes. She couldn't help but notice that he had beautiful green eyes.

It was a terrible process but Kenna was always a little interested in how much they thought she was worth. Being sold as nothing more than an object disgusted her but she had to take what little enjoyment she got.

Keeping her hands to her side her eyes darted back and forth to each person as they placed a bid. She had never gone for so high of a price before so that was interesting to her. Maybe the market but she was more interested in knowing if the green eyed man was going to bid or not. The price was getting rather high and she could see people backing out and whispering to each other. Kenna couldn't help but wonder what they were saying about her.

The area became silent as this mystery man through out a bid double what was on the table. Kenna as well as the rest of those there turned to look at him. His look was one she had seen many a times cold, hard and unapproachable. What she saw in him when she first looked into his eyes must have been a fluke.

"I have 50K on the table. Anyone willing to go higher?" The crowd stayed quite nobody daring to go higher. Once a few minutes past the auctioneer spoke ago. "Sold for 50 thousand. You may pay the man and pick up #8657 over there." He nodded pointing to his right where a few guards were standing around along with a big burly man holding a datapad.

Before she was able to get another glance at her new owner a guard had grabbed her arm to pull her off the stage while the next one was being pushed up. Once of the stage her grabbed the chain to her collar and let go of her. He didn't want to damage the merchandise plus the collar was an easier way to get slaves to behave.

Silently she walked along with him until they stopped. After handing her off to the next guard he went back to his duties. She was to wait here till her new owner came to collect her.

[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

A feint smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as the bidding for the slave had ended in his favor. He gave a quick nod of understanding to the auctioneer and prepared to finish his business here. At the same moment his data pad pinged an incoming message. Pulling it up while his new acquisition was being hauled away, his smiled widened as he read the message. It was a rather large payment that had been transferred to him as a counter offer for a bounty. It was indeed a rare occurrence, but he did so love getting paid to NOT take a bounty. Besides, the 900k credits and brand knew hunting puppy would help him with upgrading some of his equipment, possibly even build up his crew a bit more.

Putting the data pad away, Malcom strolled over toward the big burly man with his own data pad. Not bothering to spare a look toward his new purchase. "Here you go, sir. 50,000 credits being transferred now." With the transaction complete, the man nodded toward the slave. Malcom nodded back and stepped toward her. Holding out his hand, the chain as well as the control to the collar was handed over and he turned to walk away. "Come. There is much to be done." He said indifferently.

Making their way out of the auction house and to a much more secluded spot, he finally turned toward her. His expression softened considerably, and he reached up to remove the chain dangling from her collar. The collar would remain, but at least now she wouldn't be such the spectacle. And considering he still didn't know her yet, he was going to make sure he had an easy way on hand to subdue her should she get any funny ideas. As he was removing the chain, his eyes moved back and forth from his task to her eyes. "We'll need to go retrieve whatever personal belongings you still have, but in the meantime, the name is Malcom Renolds. What is your name?"

Soon, he tossed the now disconnected chain into a nearby bin and stared at her waiting for her reply.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

The interaction between her new master and the handler was nothing out of the ordinary. Kenna as such kept her head down as he finished his transaction. She had never seen a slave like herself go for such a high price. Hopefully she could prove herself worthy of such a price. She doubted the normal recipes that she knew would cut it.

As she was told to come, Kenna gave a small nod before following along to wherever it was he wished to go. She wasn't in charge, Kenna never was and even if she was she wouldn't know where to go. There was no home to speak of for her and the Galaxy was foreign to her. His attitude was also something she was quite accustomed to so she didn't think one way or the other about it. It was all rather normal thus far to her. If she had to guess she was to be taken to his ship.

What she had been so sure of coming next was thrown out the moment he stopped and took the chain off the collar while asking who she was. "I'm Kenna..." she paused for a moment as if trying to remember whom she was. "Kenna Raine." Her eyes met his for a moment but she didn't turn away this time. It was apparent he wish to make eye contact so she would too. She was his property now and as such wanted to give him what he wanted, what he paid for. "I'm sorry Master Renolds. I have no personal belongs left to speak of. I hope this won't be an issue. I don't need anything." Her last owner had sold what little she had left to pay off some debts. She left that little bit out because she didn't want Master Renolds thinking she spoke ill about her masters. She didn't expect him to get her anything. Kenna could make due with what she had on.

The young woman had many questions for Master Renolds. She wondered what purpose she would serve. Why he bought her for such a high price. She stayed silent though as questions she found were not things masters tended to like. They liked obedience plain and simple. She knew her place.



[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

"A pleasure Ms. Kenna Raine." He said with a small nod and a feint smile. Normally the idea of someone calling him master would have rubbed him the wrong way. But like the collar, he figured it best to leave some slave traditions in place....at least till he got to know the woman better. However, when she mentioned she had no personal effects of any kind, he raised an irritated eyebrow. Her former master only let her have one kriffin' set of clothing and nothing else, he thought to himself? Cracking his neck, he sighed and then began to walk. "Well that won't do." Malcom said over his shoulder as he nodded for her to follow. "Come, we'll have to get you set up then." He didn't even bother to address her comment about not needing anything, realizing she was just being a good slave. But he always believed that if you treat the ones that work for you well, you will always have their loyalty. Or at least a damn good reason to kill them later if they did stupidly decide to double cross you.

As they walked to the marketplace where just about everything in the galaxy could more than likely be found, bought, and/or traded, Malcom decided he would fill her in on her new roll. "Ok, you will be working, for the most part, as a simple housekeeper. So essentially basic chores. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, that sort of thing. However, occasionally I will have need to bring you with me in public to business meetings and such. At such events, you'll not be needed to engage in conversation with anyone or anything like that." He decided to not elaborate on the matter any further. Such concerns as to the who's and why's were not her business.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at a rather large clothing store. The place famous for designs from all over the galaxy, and items ranging from the simple to the ornate. Holding the door open for her, he allowed her to go in first. "Now, I'll need you to find a few outfits that you like. Some will need to be simple for your time on board the ship, while a couple others will need to be fancier designs for when you are needed for those business meetings I mentioned. Think a couple business casual, and a couple formal outfits on the latter situations."

With his wishes expressed, he held his hand out toward the store and smiled. "Enjoy." He was now curious to see how she would act on his rather broad instructions. This was as much a test as a simple kindness. Would she be able to operate with minimal instruction? Would she freeze up if thrown into an environment she was unaccustomed to? Was she sensible and truly obedient, or would she try and take advantage and show her initial attitude to be only a facade? All were questions that he was eager to see answered. Such answers would show what she could possibly be able to handle in her future.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

Instead of protesting the notation of getting her "set up" Kenna just followed along as he lead her to a rather large clothing store. Along the way she listened to what her duties would be which were all things that she was used to. Housework was something she did very well but Kenna believed she could excel in other areas if given the chance. She never was though and never pressed the issue either. She perked up a little as he stated she would need to accompany him on business outings. Never in her life had she gotten to do anything like that before. It sounded rather exciting and she hoped to not let him down when it came to that.

Walking inside the clothing store she could see all sorts of different styles everything from the plain clothing she was used to the beautiful designer ballgowns that she could only dream of wearing. Kenna had dreams of getting to go to fancy balls and dancing the night away. Meeting a man whom would sweep her off her feet and take her away from all of this. Those she knew to be just silly fairytales and nothing she ever expected to come true. She did her best to live in the right here and now.

"Thank you," she stated as he told her to go pick out a few outfits. Kenna didn't know what else to say, nobody had ever given her a choice of anything especially on what to wear. He had already spent so much on her and now he was giving her freedom to close what clothing she wished to wear. Her eyes lit up as she glanced around the shop again before stepping towards the more plain clothing.

First she wanted to get a few things she could do her job in comfortably. She didn't need to look like a fashion model to do housekeeping in nor anything extravagant. She could be sensible and wanted to show to show him as such. Show him she was capable of making decisions on her own and obedient. Kenna wasn't about to take advantage of the little freedom he gave her. Pulling a simple blue dress from the rack she placed it on her arm along with a black, yellow one and a pair of jeans. She would be trying on her selections before deciding which to get of course.

Heading to the business casual section she began looking through the racks for things she thought would be appropriate for business meetings. She had never been to one but had seen what others had worn in magazines so she was looking for something like that. She ended up adding a few things to the pile she felt would look good plus a little black dress. She at least wanted to try them on.

Lastly she looked over to the fancier designer ballgowns. He said she needed more formal outfits which made her think that perhaps she would be going to events with him. Kenna wasn't sure which kind but she wanted to look her best and not disappoint her master. If she was to be arm candy she would need to dress to impress. The last thing she placed on the pile was more just to see how she looked in it she didn't expect to get it. She just wanted to play dress up and think more of herself than just a housekeeper.

Kenna wouldn't be getting half of what she had in her arms. She wanted to see what looked good on her as she had no idea what did. She was very used to to plain outfits. "I was going to try these on and pick from them." She stated turning to look at Master Renolds for a brief moment. "Would you like to see me in any of them?" She would be happy to play show and tell for him to get a reaction. She didn't wish to bore him with her trying on clothes though. She doubted this was his idea of fun.


[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom couldn't help but spare a smile at her delight. There was no outburst of excitement, something he actually appreciated as his normal activities generally required a low profile. But still, you could see it in her walk. There was a bit more of a spring in her step for lack of a better expression, than was there just a minute prior. Much to his surprise though, she started off with the plainer clothes section. Indeed, he had totally expected her to just run off to the expensive side first since she hadn't, more than likely, ever gotten a chance to do so.

"So mental note. Self control can be added to the list." He mused silently to himself. He watched her closely as she made her different selections, analyzing her movements trying to understand how she worked, how she thought. Sometimes an annoying habit when it carries over to everyone. But it was one he had developed when trying to hunt down targets. "...and practical." He added as he noticed the first types of outfits she was picking up for her duties around the ship.

Upon returning, he nodded to her. "Well you don't need to only pick one of each. How about this. You may pick up to five outfits for around the ship, two business casual outfits and two formal dresses for the outings. But yes, I would like to see you try them on. At the least the outfits for going out as I need to make sure they are appropriate for the situations I tend to work with. The casual stuff, you needn't try on for me if you don't want to. As long as your happy with them, that works. Sound good?"

She would be right in that this wasn't really his idea of fun. However, in his mind this was part of prep work for his expanding ambitions. And thus a necessary activity. Still, when she'd walk away, he couldn't help but admire her form. It did make the chore more interesting at least. While she was changing, he pulled out his data pad to keep track of his financials. He had to make sure he had enough for all equipment and supplies he had in mind. With that done, he'd begin searching the holonet for the next purchases needed while waiting for her return.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

"Sounds good, I'll be right back." She smiled before disappearing into the dressing room to begin trying on what she had picked up. It was very generous of him to allow her five outfits around the ship along with the four others for business ventures. The ones around the ship were nothing fancy so she decided upon what she wanted while in the dressing room. The blue, yellow and black dress along with a pair of jeans and two tops.

Setting those to the side she picked up her first business casual dress to put on. She hoped that he would approve of what she picked out and that it wasn't inappropriate. She didn't wish to do something wrong already though Kenna was happy for suggestions as this was her first ever time shopping in her life as an adult.

The first dress she came out in was a turquoise colored knee high dress which had short sleeves. She felt it was appropriate to wear for a meeting as she was covered but she wished for her master to see it and get his approval. Twirling a few times in the dress she spun around so he was able to get a good look at her in all angles in the dress. The color she felt was pretty. She never really got to wear color before.

The second business casual dress she chose to model for him was gray with a black lace band around it. This dress came up to her knees as well with short sleeves. This one was much more to the color she was used to but prettier and she liked the way she flower. Again she spun a few times for him letting him get a good look at her.

The last thing she decided to show him that she felt was business casual was the little black dress that she had picked up.

Once they had down the casual dresses they could move onto the more formal ones. It was plain to see as she modeled for him that she was happy with her choices from her smile to the way she moved and spun around for him in them. "What do you think?" She questioned each time she tried something on.

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[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom looked on as she came out with each piece, performed her little twirls to show off her picks and then went to change into the next outfit. He thought they were all very nice. But alas, she could only get two. He'd have to now decide on which would be the best for the situations most likely to be encountered. "I think they all look good on you." He offered graciously. "However, I believe the first and third choice will probably be the best choices." Sadly, the types of people he usually dealt with only like to see as much of a woman and her curves as they could. At least this way, she could accomplish that goal while still being classy.

It wasn't really his style to objectify woman in this way. But, one had to play within the rules one was given if he wanted to succeed in this galaxy. And until the day came that she had gained her freedom, she'd have to play by the same rules. One thing he was growing more and more certain of was that he was looking forward to seeing the more formal dresses now. The more she tried on, the more confidence she seemed to exude. Seems like all she may need is a bit less slave treatment and more respect. If she continued to impress, he might have more duties for her eventually.

But what he had in mind would still be much further down the road. She'd have to earn what he had in mind first. And although she has probably worked hard enough through her life for such a chance, she'd have to start over with him. Malcom was by no means a man to give respect or privileges to those who haven't earned it. It was amazing him though that she was sold to him in the first place. So far she seemed to be a model slave, and had it in the looks department as well. If there was a blemish on her somewhere, he had yet to find it.

"Ok Ms. Raine. Let's have you try on the formal dresses now...unless of course you prefer to try on something else for the business casual side now that you know which ones have been approved. Up to you." He hoped she didn't feel he was being rude. But in the end, this was business and he was trying to make sure they would be the most efficient at the tasks he got involved with.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

Nodding she smiled at him still wearing the last dress. It didn't matter that she was only able to pick out two outfits. Kenna was just grateful to be getting her own clothing that she picked out on her own. He even seemed to approve of all her choices which she was happy for as well. If she were lucky he would also approve of her thoughts on formal wear.

"Please Master Renolds call me Kenna. There is no need to be so formal." She nodded before disappearing once again into the dressing room. It was strange to her to be called Ms nobody had even done so before. He could refer to as he liked of course but she rather be referred to as Kenna.

Placing her two business casual dresses to the side she slipped into her first formal wear choice. She had picked out a wide variety of formal wear to modest to more sexy in nature. Kenna wasn't sure what his preference was and she aimed to please plus playing dress up was quite fun. She was very much enjoying her shopping trip with her new master. Things were going well thus far and she hoped that it would continue. Kenna would do her best to ensure it did.

Stepping out in her first dress she gave him a little twirl. It was the most modest of the dresses she had picked out a long sleeved floor length black dress with lace details. It was elegant but not very sexy she thought it was pretty but not the favorite one she was saving for last in the bunch. This may be a little too modest.

The next dress was a sleeveless light peach colored dress that was shorter in the front than back. It was more revealing than the last which had her a little worried about the scars on her back but she felt pretty so she didn't worry too much. They were apart of who she was and made her whom she was today. Twirling a bit the dress lifting and spinning with her she smiled as she allowed him to see her in this little number before going back to try on the next.

Dress number three was blue with a small slit on the front with side cuts with an open back. If he hadn't seen them before he would certainly would see them now. She didn't give it much thought though because she did feel beautiful. She did a few twirls for him before going back to try on the next one which was purple. She liked this one a lot because because of the flower detail on it. She felt it was pretty. Really, she was enjoying trying on all the pretty dresses no matter if she got it or not.

The last dress was the most revealing of them all as it not only had a side slit but was also rather low cut. The red dress showed off her assets and hugged Kenna in all the right places. The young woman dared to think she looked rather sexy in it and spent a few minutes by herself in the dressing room admiring herself. It looked better on her than the hanger. In this she would most definitely turn heads and draw attention to herself. She felt beautiful, sexy all rolled into one. She never had felt like this before but than again she had never worn anything like this before. The true test was what Master Renolds thought. It could be far too much for what he was looking for his slave.

Stepping out she gave him a few twirls before stopping to get his opinion on the red dress. Kenna was also interested in knowing what his favorites were. She felt beautiful and less like a piece of meat which she was used to. "What do you think?" She questioned trying to search his eyes for his true view on how she looked.

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[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom gave her a nod. "Very well, Kenna. Off with you then. Let's see what else you've picked out." He added with a smirk. As she walked away he thought how surprisingly quick she was becoming comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to question a masters being polite even. Still, this didn't bother him. At least she was being honest. It would only become an issue if she decided she was comfortable enough to disobey orders. Though for some reason, he doubted he'd have a problem with her in that.

Malcom watched as she came out in each dress much the way he did for the last string of less formal dresses. He had to admit, each dress she came out in was prettier than the previous. All of them accentuated her natural beauty wonderfully. Though it was the third dress that really piqued his interest. The color and overall design were definitely more to his personal liking than the first two. He caught himself staring perhaps a little too intently as she'd twirl around.

His admiration was momentarily put off when he noticed scars on her back when she was returning to the changing room to put on the last dress. "What in gods name happened to her!?" He thought to himself. "Was she seriously whipped by one of her former masters!?" He had done some things to keep prisoners in line. But those were battle or criminally hardened men. Not a woman slave seemingly as compliant as she. Perhaps he was being to hasty in his ever growing opinion of her? What had she done to deserve that kind of treatment? Or had she done nothing more than have the misfortune of a cruel master? In any case, he'd have to slow down his growing regard for her, and knock it back to a more neutral stance till he could watch her in a more normal setting.

All of these thoughts were buzzing through his head when she came out to reveal her final selection. His eyes widened a bit as she rounded the corner and came into view. That was by far his favorite dress for her. It was perfect in every way for his potential higher end meetings. As she finished showing off the last dress, he gave a low clap for her and stood up. She had good taste. "Very nice Kenna! Good choices on all. Of the ones you've picked, the last two are definitely the ones I'd like to get for you. How do you feel? Do you think you would be comfortable going to formal occasions in these?"

Although, it wasn't really much of a choice, Malcom did feel obligated to at least still ask. If she truly was uncomfortable, he might have to choose a less cared for dress to ensure she could perform well without raising any eyebrows. Besides. He simply didn't want to buy something for her that she wouldn't actually like.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

She couldn't help but smile as she watched his eyes widen upon seeing her last choice. It told her that he too enjoyed the red dress that she picked out and perhaps thought she looked beautiful too. He just wouldn't say so, he was her master after all which was something she nor him could forget. "I feel beautiful in both of those selections. I would be be comfortable going to a formal event in either of them. Thank you." She smiled before giving another spin and disappearing back in the dressing room to change into the plain white dress she had come with.

As she changed Kenna began to wonder what type of formal events she would be attending with him and what role she would play there. What would he introduce her as? His slave? It wouldn't be a lie really but she had home maybe for a night she could pretend to be his assistant. She pushed such thoughts out of her head for now and decided to focus on the two dresses she was being allowed to have. They were beautiful in their own right and she knew with a little time to clean up and do her hair she could make herself really shine in them. Make him pleased to have her by his side in whatever capacity he wished.

Emerging one last time from the dressing room she placed the clothes she didn't want on the rack before meeting up with her master. She had everything that he told her that she could have and was ready to go. Kenna couldn't help but smile and be happy at at this very moment with her pile of new clothes. Dare she say for the moment she even felt like a normal girl picking out dresses. "I'm ready unless you have more business here?" She didn't expect anything more from him. He had done more for her and shone her more kindness than any master ever.

[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

"Wonderful. I'm glad you like them." He replied genuinely with a smile. A small chuckle escaped his lips as she gave one last spin in the amazing red dress and walked back to the changing rooms. Upon her return and further comment, he shook his head. "No, not here anyway. But we do have more stops. So let's get to them." They made their way to the front of the store where Malcom paid for all the items. He ended up paying a little extra to have a courier deliver the items to his ship. That way neither of them would have to lug around all the bags themselves. She was a slave, yes. Normally that would be a required task. But, he had never owned a slave before. It was an odd experience. And considering she was going to have her work cut out for her in the future, and she seemed to have had a rough past, Malcom did not think it too much that she at least have one good day.

After heading out, he pulled up his data pad to find their next stop. "Ah yes, this way." He said confidently. It didn't take much longer before they arrived at their next destination. A similarly large shoe store. "You got the dresses...", he said with a smirk. "...Now we just need to get you the shoes. Feel free to get five pairs of shoes. One pair for the work around the ship, and one pair for each of the more formal outfits." Instead of just sending her off on her own this time. He actually noticed a worker nearby who seemed idle. Not one to see like seeing someone getting paid for nothing....other than himself of course, he thought laughingly to himself as he recalled his last "bounty".

Still, he walked over and handed the worker an extra credit chit for an amount unknown to Kenna. "Hello. I need you to show this young lady around. Please help her find what she needs to match these outfits." And without giving the woman a chance to respond, he sent the pictures of the dresses he had just purchased for Kenna. The woman's eyes widened some as she looked at the credit chit. She instantly looked back up with a broad smile for he and Kenna both. "Oh of course sir, right away. We'll take good care of her." She said eagerly. "Good! See that you do." Malcom replied sternly, hoping to impress on the woman to treat her no different than any of their best clients, even if she happened to notice the slave collar still on Kenna's neck.

With that, he looked for a comfortable seat. He hadn't really had to deal with shopping like this much. But like any man, he was fully aware shoe shopping could take just as long if not longer than the dress shopping. And now with professional help to assist with finding shoes that matches her dresses, he pulled up his data pad and began a new search. The day was quickly disappearing, so he might have to handle the last stop himself. Still, time would tell as it always did. Hopefully he could squeeze it all in in one go.

[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

She had suspected the next stop to be some business he had to attend to. The young woman didn't expect in the slightest to get matching shoes to go with her dresses. Though if she really thought about it only made sense. He would want her to look good when she was with him. Kenna's day had started off terrible where she was being poked and prodded like a piece of meat. Now she was being treated almost like a princess to dresses, shoes and who knows what next. It didn't matter, she planned to enjoy it while it lasted.

"Thank you," she smiled finding her words once again before being whisked away by the salesclerk. Kenna was happy to have the help picking out shoes as she didn't know the first thing about them. She tended to be barefoot mostly but as she glanced around the store she had a few ideas.

"The gentleman you came with gave me pictures of your dresses so we have that. Is there anything particular your looking for?" The older woman questioned as she led Kenna to a seat so they could measure her foot size. "I was hoping for a pair of sensible shoes I can work. I would rather not do housework in heels. Do you have any comfortable flat shoes?" Kenna's main concern was comfort for her ship shoes.

"I'm sure we can find something that you would like. How about for the dresses? If you want I can pull a few things for you to pick from."

"Yes, please. I would like to see what you have." The sales lady was the expert after all so Kenna wanted to see what she had. "Let me just get your shoe size here and I'll pull a few things."

Once measurements were taken the woman left to go pull a few shoes she felt may interest her client collar or no collar. Kenna took this opportunity to glance around the store at all the different shoes. It wasn't long though till the clerk came back with a handful of shoes for Kenna to try on.

The clerk opened each box for Kenna to try on and get a feel for by walking around in. She kept glancing over her shoulder ever so often to make sure her master was ok. She didn't want to keep him waiting but at the same time didn't wish to get the wrong shoes. When everything was set and done Kenna had picked out a nice pair of flats that she could work in along with a pair of red, silver, and two black heels. The black pairs were both different styles and could easily go with any of her outfits.

Once everything was boxed up to go the clerk brought Kenna back over to him. "I have boxed up all of the shoes she picked. Is there anything else I can help you find today or are you ready to check out?" The clerk looked to both as she spoke but really only expected the man to speak.

[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Malcom again gave her a nod in reply to her thanks and let the saleclerk lead her through the store to find what she'd like and what would be most appropriate. He could help with the dresses. Shoes.....that was just not his strong point. And he was more than happy to let the professional help her get set up in that department.

Time was unfortunately moving to fast. So instead he decided to go ahead and make the final purchases himself. Malcom had been strongly debating whether to go all out with this next stop or not. Granted Kenna was an investment, but up till then h was still deciding whether he could mold her to become even more than he was hoping before. Eventually, he decided she was worth the risk. She had shown goon sense so far, and a willingness to please. In the end, he supposed this next expense at least wouldn't be a depreciative asset. So it would be worth it either way.

Combing through the different stores via their holonet storefronts, he eventually found what he was looking for. And not a moment to soon either, for right as he finished, so had they. Malcom stood up and walked over. "No that should be fine thanks. Please just have them delivered to my ship docked here please. Thanks." He finished while passing off the dock location. Turning back to Kenna, he smiled. "Ok, let's head to our last stop. I just need to pick something up really quick.

Turning on his heels he walked out the store and headed to their next destination. But rather than heading in to another store, they walked to large courtyard where a man met them. Malcom signed for the small package and the other man quickly disappeared after handing it over. " well, I think that is more than enough or one day. Time to take you to your new home."

A brisk walk and taxi ride later, they had arrived to a particularly shadowy and dark area of Nar Shadaa. The glitz and glamour and long since disappeared from the place. But in the shadows sat Malcolm's 70B Phantom class vessel, whose smooth lines and silvery hull managed to catch and reflect what rays of light still filtered through. After performing a quick scan of the area to make sure the area was clear, he advanced with Kenna by his side.

As they approached the ship, there were two crates loaded on a skid nearby. Good, everything was here, he thought to himself. Tapping a couple buttons on his data pad, the loading rano to the ship lowered. Malcom turned to Kenna and said simply, "Shall we?"



[member="Kenna Raine"]

 

[Kenna Raine]

The salesclerk nodded and left the two to go take care of the order. She wondered what he was grooming her to be but said nothing. It was none of her business and she had been paid well for her services. That is what meant the most to her.

"Thank you for the shoes." She turned to Master Renolds with a smile as they walked out the door. The young woman for once in her life was all smiles. She had learned to take things in strides and Kenna was going to enjoy this for as long as she could.

The last stop in the city was rather quick as all he did was sign for a small package. Kenna couldn't help but wonder what was inside but would never ask of course. That was his business which unless asked was something she would keep out of. She had her own tasks to accomplish. If she hoped for his kindness to continue she needed to be a good slave.

After they were done there it wasn't long until they arrived at his ship. He called it her new home but Kenna wondered for how long. She never stayed in one place for more than a couple months before being sold off again. Kenna wondered how long until he got bored of her. There was a small glimmer of hope that she would stick around for a bit after all the money he had invested in getting her clothes.

She had heard of slaves being groomed for certain positions. There was this slave boy she watched a former master groom to be his right hand man. Someone he could trust to do his dirty work. The thought that could happen to her never really crossed Kenna's mind. She had been told before that she wasn't that kind of girl. Whatever that meant..

Nodding she smiled following him up ramp of the ship many thoughts running through her head. Where would she be staying on the ship? What all exactly would she be doing? What would life be like on the ship? Would his kindness continue? Pushing the thoughts out of her head for now there was nothing she could do about any of it. Pausing for a moment halfway up the ramp she turned to look at the crates. "Shall I help load the crates on the ship?"

[member="Malcom Renolds"]

 

[Malcom Renolds]

"Sure. Go ahead and grab the shoes. I'll get the bigger crate and take you to your new room." And he did just so. Walking through the ship, he went straight to her new quarters first. Setting down the crate, he waited till she had done the same. Once she had he cleared his throat to get her attention. "Ok, now before I take you on a tour of the ship, I have one last surprise for you. I left the best for the last." Pulling up the small box that he had signed for earlier, he smirked. "Close your eyes." He ordered with a smirk.

Once she had, he continued. "Now this will go with your purple formal dress." Opening the box, he finished. "Ok, open your eyes."

Spoiler

He set them on the table nearby and watched as she inspected the jewelry for her first outfit. While she was distracted, he pulled out the next pieces for the red dress. When she managed to pull herself away, he had the next box of the package in his hand already opened. "And these will be your pieces of jewelry for the red dress!"

Spoiler

He didn't say anything else for a minute or so. Finally he asked, "What do you think?"

[member="Kenna Raine"]