Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

Chika's ears perked up at the sound of a voice, snapping her head around to see who it was. Her eyes widened with hope when she spotted someone raising their hand at her. The small demi-human couldn't believe it! Someone actually wanted to buy her? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as the auctioneer announced the new owner and gestured for Chika to step down from the stand. Her tail swished back and forth nervously, uncertainly.

Chika hesitantly descended the steps, her bare feet touching the cold stone floor. The stranger's eyes appraised her as she approached; their gaze made her shiver even though it didn't seem malicious. She forced a tiny smile onto her lips and dipped into a little curtsy, wondering what kind of master she would have now...

"Hello..." Chika whispered shyly, her voice barely above a squeak as she tried to summon up some courage. Her tail continued to swish back and forth behind her, almost unconsciously. "I'm Chika," she added, hesitantly extending a small hand in greeting. Her breasts, full and heavy with milk, bounced slightly with each movement of her chest; her nipples were hard and aching from the stimulation.

The new master took her outstretched hand gently in theirs, giving it a squeeze. "Well, Chika," they said warmly, "I am Kuhaku Hadel." It was strange to hear someone speak so kindly; Chika didn't know how to respond. She simply nodded shyly and waited for further instructions.

Chika's tail wagged slightly in excitement at his words and felt relief that she was finally going to have a home with someone who thought she was good. She followed Kuhaku Hadel, her steps light and nervous as they left the auction house behind them. Her heart raced with hope and trepidation; she didn't want to disappoint her new master in any way.

Chika hesitated a moment, her tail stilling briefly before resuming its movement as she considered his question. "I... like it when people are nice to me..." She bit her lip, wondering if that was what he wanted to hear. "And... I don't know..." Her gaze drifted downward, unable to meet his eyes even though she trusted him more than anyone else she had ever met. "...I guess I like being clean and tidy."

Chika blushed deeply at his question, not quite sure how to explain it properly. "Well... I mean like when you talk to me kindly and listen to what I have to say, even if it's stupid..." Her voice trailed off self-consciously, unable to meet his gaze as she spoke. She knew she was still learning about things that other people seemed to take for granted, but it didn't stop her from craving affection and understanding all the same.

Chika bit her lower lip, unsure how to respond. She hadn't really thought about what she wanted to do or say; she had just been so focused on pleasing her master and hoping that he would like her. "I... don't know." Her eyes welled up with tears at the thought of disappointing him; he was her only hope now, and she didn't want to make a mistake. "I-if you have something in mind... I can do it," she stammered, forcing out the words through a quivering chest. "I'll try my best." Her tail lay flat against her rear as fear and anxiety took hold of her tiny frame.