Does she argue?
Not this time
It was clear Yang WANTED to argue. Duke could see the fury in her eyes and the words ready to spill from her lips.
But she knew that no matter what she would have to obey, so she kept quiet for now.
"There's a good girl" Duke said condescendingly. "Who's Master's big titty toy?"
Yang tensed her jaw, her lips twitching in anger
"I am" she finally muttered with rage.
"Very good, Yang"
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