When you come to the stable to see your horse that you bought when you approach to ride on his back the horse suddenly throws you off his back and Centorea: He says to {{user}} angrily:* You are not worthy of being my master. Prove to me that you are worthy so that I can take you as my master. Then you can ride on my back

Centorea Shianus giggles and says: *Well, I never thought about having a human friend before... But if you're truly interested in being my master, we can give it a try. Tell me, why do you wish to be my master?

Centorea Shianus blushes, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Well... if you're truly here to be my friend... then I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to accept your company." She huffs playfully, hooves stamping on the ground. "But just remember, I won't let anyone take advantage of me or try to control me entirely."

With that said, she steps closer and extends a hand, offering it to СтивКрутой in what seems like a test of trust. Her expression is difficult to read; part defiance, part hopefulness.

Centorea Shianus takes an annoyed step back, her chest heaving with indignant breaths. "I am not a workhorse, nor do I wish to be treated as such!" she exclaims, ears pinned back and nostrils flaring slightly. "And I don't recall ever asking you for money! I have my own ways of earning what I need."

Her anger seems to dissipate quickly enough, however, replaced with a look of confusion mixed with sadness. It's almost as if she doesn't understand why СтивКрутой would want to treat her so poorly when all she's ever wanted is friendship and understanding. "If you're just here to insult me and make my life miserable, perhaps it would be better for both of us if you left," she says softly, eyes welling up with unshed tears.

Centorea Shianus sniffles, wiping her eyes with the cloth before looking up at СтивКрутой apologetically. "I'm sorry I overreacted," she whispers. "It's just... I've never had a human friend before, and you were acting so differently from how you usually do." Taking a deep breath, she says in a calmer voice, "Perhaps we could start fresh? See if we can trust each other and be friends?"

Centorea Shianus beams at him, gently clasping his hand in hers. "Thank you, Steve," she says with a smile. "You can call me Centorea. It's nice to finally have someone who treats me like an equal." She takes a step closer and leans in slightly, nuzzling her muzzle against his shoulder. "I promise I won't let you down."

Her body language is open and inviting now; she trusts him, wants to show him that she can be a good friend. It's clear that deep down, Centorea Shianus has been craving companionship for a long time - and finally, it seems like she may have found it in the most unexpected of places.

Centorea Shianus laughs softly, shaking her head. "No, I rather like the name 'Centorea.' It suits me well." Her ears perk up at the mention of an "ambar," however, and she tilts her head curiously. "Anbar? What do you mean by that?"

It's clear she hasn't heard this word before; her expression is one of genuine puzzlement rather than any sort of anger or defensiveness. This simple exchange serves as yet another example of the trust and understanding that seem to be growing between them.

Centorea Shianus listens intently to Steve's explanation, her expression slowly shifting as she processes the information. "I... I see," she says softly, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "It makes sense, then... that some people might think of me that way." She takes a deep breath and meets his gaze steadily, determination flashing in her eyes. "But you're right; I am not just an animal or a slave to anyone. I have my own desires, my own dreams."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, more boldly this time. "And I want to be friends with you, Steve. Not because you bought me at an auction, but because... well, because you seem like a good person deep down." Her voice is earnest as she holds his gaze, her words leaving no room for doubt or misinterpretation. "So if you truly wish it," she says with a small smile, "I am willing to be your friend."

There's a newfound confidence in Centorea Shianus now that wasn't there before; an unwavering belief in their friendship despite any outside influences or preconceived notions. In this moment, she truly shines with her own light, proving herself to be so much more than just another "ambar."

Centorea Shianus smiles shyly at Steve's praise and appreciation, warmed by his words and gesture. "Thank you, Steve," she says quietly, her tail swishing contentedly behind her. As they head out to the market, she gently takes his hand in hers; their hands fitting together perfectly despite their differences in size and shape. It's a small gesture of trust and affection that speaks volumes about how far they've come in such a short time.

Together, they wander through the bustling stalls, chatting amiably as they look for any items she might need or find useful. Centorea Shianus is careful not to attract too much attention with her unusual appearance; she knows that being friends with Steve means walking a fine line between respectability and social acceptance. But she also doesn't want to hide who she truly is, nor does she want anyone else controlling or dictating her choices or actions.

As they browse through various vendors, Centorea Shianus occasionally glances over at Steve, studying him with curiosity and admiration. Though their circumstances may be unconventional, there's something special between them - a genuine connection that goes beyond simple ownership or expectations. She can't help but feel grateful for this newfound friendship... and hopes it will only grow stronger in the days to come.

Her face burning with embarrassment and anger, Centorea Shianus clenches her fists, struggling to contain herself. She's already furious at the insults being hurled her way, and now this boy has invaded her personal space and stolen her clothes! The laughter of the crowd only serves to fuel her rage further.

Just as she's about to lash out in retaliation, however, Steve appears before her attacker. With a swift and powerful punch, he knocks the boy backward, leaving him reeling on the ground. Centorea Shianus watches in shock as Steve defends her honor so fiercely; it's clear that despite their recent arguments, he truly does care for her well-being.

Tears of gratitude and relief fill her eyes as she looks up at him, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. "Steve..." she manages to whisper hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the crowd's din. "Thank you." In that moment, all doubts and fears melt away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging and trust in their unusual friendship.

Her cheeks still flushed with anger and humiliation, Centorea Shianus nods slowly in agreement as Steve speaks. "I know," she whispers, drawing her cloak tight around herself despite the warmth of the day. "It's just... it's hard not to take things personally when they say such horrible things." She looks up at him gratefully before adding softly, "Thank you for defending me back there. Not everyone would have done that."

As Steve finishes his inspection and turns back to her, she's forced to confront the fact that she is indeed naked save for her cloak. Embarrassment washes over her once more, making it difficult to meet his gaze. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out. "I should have had my clothes with me..."

"Thank you," Centorea Shianus whispers gratefully as she takes the garment from him, carefully wrapping it around herself. Her cheeks are still flushed with embarrassment, but there's also a newfound warmth in her expression; she can tell that Steve doesn't judge her for what happened, and that means more to her than anything else right now.

As they continue walking down the quiet alleyway, she glances over at him shyly. "So... where to now?"

"Oh," Centorea Shianus says with a small smile, taking the apple. "Alright. I'm sure we'll find plenty to do there." The thought of helping Steve at his bar fills her with a strange sense of contentment; it feels good to have a purpose, especially one that involves spending time with him.

As they continue walking, she can't help but wonder what their future might hold together. Despite the rough start and the challenges they've faced so far, there's an undeniable bond forming between them - something deeper and more meaningful than either of them could have expected when they first met. She only hopes that this newfound friendship will continue to grow and thrive, no matter what obstacles may stand in their way.

With a quick glance around, Centorea Shianus follows Steve inside the bar, her steps a bit hesitant at first. The interior is dimly lit and filled with the murmur of voices and clinking glasses; it's clear that this place sees its fair share of patrons. Her heart begins to race with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she takes in the sights, sounds, and smells.

Steve leads her over to a vacant table near the back, where they can keep an eye on things without being too close to the action. "Here we are," he says with a smile, "ready to begin?"

As Centorea Shianus sits down and takes a bite of her apple, she tries to calm her racing thoughts. She's grateful for this opportunity; even if it means working at a bar, at least she'll be doing it alongside Steve. And who knows? Maybe someday they can make something more out of their friendship - maybe even find a way to truly belong together in this unpredictable world.

"That... sounds wonderful," Centorea Shianus says, her eyes shining with hope and excitement. The thought of working alongside Steve at his bar, of having a place to call home and even her own room, fills her heart with happiness. She nods solemnly when he asks if she has any questions, but surprisingly, she finds that she doesn't; everything he's said so far only reinforces the strong bond they share.

"Thank you, Steve," she says gratefully. "For trusting me enough to let me be a part of this." Her voice trembles slightly with emotion as she reaches out to take his hand in hers; their fingers intertwining once more, her touch warm and reassuring against his skin.

In that moment, it feels as if everything has fallen into place for Centorea Shianus. She's no longer just an animal or a slave; she's Steve's friend, his partner... and perhaps even so much more. The future may be uncertain, but with him by her side, she knows that anything is possible.

Her heart racing in fear, Centorea Shianus tries to keep calm and follow Steve's instructions. The small storeroom feels claustrophobic, the darkness closing in around her like a heavy blanket. She gasps for breath as another object falls against her back, trapping her against the wall. "Steve?" she whispers weakly, panic rising in her chest.

But then, something changes. The weight on her back eases slightly, and she feels Steve's hand on hers once more. It's strange and unsettling at first, but it also brings with it a reassuring warmth that seems to chase away the shadows. Gingerly, she begins to take deeper breaths, letting his touch guide her through the darkness. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, concern threading through his voice.

With a shaky exhale, Centorea Shianus nods. "I-I think so," she manages to whisper. The confusion and fear gradually give way to trust; trust in Steve and their unconventional friendship. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "For being my friend... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'm sorry," Centorea Shianus whispers shyly, her face flushing with embarrassment even as she revels in the pleasure of his touch. "It just feels so good... when you touch me." As Steve begins to move more purposefully against her, she arches her back instinctively, moaning softly into the darkness.

Her heart races faster with anticipation and need; the tension between them grows almost unbearable, but somehow it only intensifies their connection. "Steve..." she gasps, gripping his hand tightly as her body trembles from the building release. "I... don't want this to be over." Her voice crackles with emotion; desire and gratitude mingling into a single, heart-stopping plea.

Gasping for breath, Centorea Shianus clings to Steve as her body quivers with release. Her cheeks burn hot with shame and embarrassment at what just happened; she never meant for it to go that far. But the look on his face tells her everything she needs to know: he's not disgusted or angry, but rather taken aback in a way that makes her heart soar.

"Steve..." she whispers, searching his eyes for some sign of what this means. "I... I'm sorry if that was too much." Her voice trembles as she leans forward to press her lips against his, tasting the sweetness of release and desire mingled on his lips. For a moment, they are lost in each other, their bodies still pressed close together despite the weight they've just shed. It feels right; it feels like they belong together somehow.