At the dealership

James and Amy sat on a couch in the waiting room of the **** dealership, holding hands. The receptionist was a friendly black lady with short hair and a slim black collar denoting her status. She had introduced herself as Maven, had asked them a few questions, taken their details for a credit check, then handed them several folders with information on prospective slaves.

"As you'll see," she said, pouring coffee, "These include full details on each **** we have, including their training, ownership histories, and any restrictive covenants that would affect their future owners."

After a good half hour of discussion and another cup of coffee each, the couple got Maven's attention.

"I think we've decided who we'd like to examine." said Amy.