Call Willow to you

"No need Garmen. I have made my choice." Standing up you turn to face Garmen.

"I shall be taking Willow." Both Garmen and Willow are surprised at this, though for very different reasons. "B-but my lord this is your first ****. Now I know she is a pretty one but faeries are hard to handle. I suggest you pick one that is a bit less exotic. Now I have a blond over here that might just be perfect!"

Garmen tries to lead you away from Willow and over to another pen. You do not follow, instead kneeling back down to become eye level with Willow once more. "My name is Andrean Windrider. It is a pleasure to meet you Willow. Would you like me to take you away from here? To someplace far nicer?"

Garmen seems stunned by your willingness to ignore him and his advice. Willow turns her head to steal a glace at you. You have your hand reached through the bars, ready to take hers. Your soft smile easies Willow just a bit. Enough that she turns her body as to face you.

Willow still has her back mostly to you, her tattered blanket still held tightly to her chest. She seemed not to realize that while her position did keep her chest mostly out of your view she was giving you a full view of her round rear.

"It is customary for the males in my land, on the day of their eighteenth year, to take a **** under their control and shape them as they see fit. Taming that **** is how boys become men here," You calmly explain to Willow, who shrinks away a bit at the explanation but still pays close attention to you as you speak. "Now my friend Garmen here wants me to leave you because he thinks your trouble. But I don't. I think you're just in a strange place with strange people. Anyone would be afraid. Hell, your smart to be afraid. But... if you can believe in and trust me, then I will show you how a proper master can be a blessing to you. More so than aimless freedom anyway. Give me the chance to show you purpose beyond yourself."

As you speak Willow slowly turns to face you, her blanket clutched even tighter against her. She shifted in place for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to believe you.