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It was always a little weird to be told by a guard that you were being rented instead of the master coming down and choosing themselves. Noah liked the opportunity to be able to make an impression when they came down but of course not every master could be bothered to pick his own slave. It depended on the guard as to whether or not they told Noah if he'd been requested specifically or if the master just wanted someone sent up. Some had tastes for certain species or looks requirements and this time Noah had no idea why he fit the bill for this particular master since the guard hadn't been super talkative. He didn't even know who he was going to as he was lead upstairs and into the wing with all the masters' suites. He wasn't unfamiliar with the place and he could pick out ones he was more familiar with sometimes but he didn't think he was going to someone who'd rented him before. That was both a little thrilling and nerve wracking. The only power the slaves really had was information since they talked to each other and Noah was essentially going in blind this time.
They'd apparently reached the right door and the guard knocked politely on it to let whoever was inside know they were here. Noah kept himself loose, trying to be languid and relaxed in spite of the mixture of nerves and excitement. He actually liked being rented since he at least usually got something out of it even if it was only that he got bitten. That was like the only drug he was allowed in this place and that always excited him but who knew? The masters were always wild cards. Noah was never exactly one to keep his head down and not look them in the eye and that sometimes bit him in the ass but whatever. The door swung open and Noah looked at him and smiled.
"Special delivery."
