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The scent of a horse and rider grabbed Amy's attention. She looked up eagerly, believing that already another trade had found her. Instead it was just a horse plodding on, the rider looking rather distracted. Well that wasn't something she could use. Or perhaps she could. When one was worried they tended to be more gullible, grasping for straws that weren't there. Brightened by this thought Amy waved her arms, trying to catch the other's attention.
Hello! How are you? For all intents and purposes she looked sunny and cheerful, nothing like the dark master that worked in shadows. With the new toy and slave safely tucked out of sight, there was no signs of the blood and pain that Amy could draw. The dark amusement that went with it was sealed as well, put behind the mask of a friendly merchant.
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