raffle | keith & isabel
[Text; Isabel]: Yes, Sir.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t a little nervous. When she’d found out the results of the slave raffle, she’d asked around the cells to try to find out what her week might look like. There seemed to be mixed opinions among the slaves. But Isabel felt confident in her ability to please, both sexually and otherwise. It was something she almost prided herself on at the school, always aiming to do everything the collar around her throat demanded.
A few text messages to her fellow companions and the rest of her shifts of the week were covered, as well as one to the manager so they understood why she wouldn’t be at work for a time. Assuming that the same would likely apply to her job at the cat cafe, she also texted Margeaux and found similar shift coverage. The shapeshifter would miss the kitties, but it was only a week, right?
With a little apprehension and butterflies in her stomach, the slave entered the blood bar and immediately approached said bar. “I’m looking for Master Crane, please?”
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