Drip
Drip
Drip
I came into a daze while I played with my food. It was not as appetizing as other normal soups I had tried.
Others did not look like they cared, as they had their fill.
My mind wondered how I would face more danger if my masking spray soon wore off.
I looked around me. Many tables were filled with sweaty, musky-smelling men eating in this area. My food became too unappetizing to even reach my lips.
Are there even other female slaves around here?
I wanted to ask this question to the human man with whom I talked and was annoyed earlier, but he chose to sit far away from me.
Not a single person dined close to me, and this table is big enough to occupy fifteen people.
Am I that unapproachable? It’s a good thing but socializing would have been more convenient at the mom
