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She laughs and nods, "Tolerance, yes." She leans closer to the cage. "But their a other skills a pet must have in my home." She smirks, her fangs showing again. "Now Jason, are you a virgin?" The question had little to do with the sexual stature of this pet, but all about his ability to read and supply a worthy answer to a need, whether that need be sensual, sadistic or otherwise was not the important factor.

So the boy knows how to please, can tolerate and has at least some stamina. Plus for him, she thinks to herself. "Now then, what can you do. You are a demonic angel, what does that grant you?" She could feel his power level, but what skills that entailed was still an unknown. She would not bring home a mystery slave, nor would she want to know everything.

Aurora nods, he wasn't anything incredibly special, but he was putty in her hands as far as she was concerned and he could become something more spectacular then he is now. Aurora sighs, still on the fence as to take him home or not. She would allow him to plead his case, if he wanted to leave. "Well Jason, I must say I am not impressed and rather torn on whether to take you home or not. You have no true powers, nor exceptional skills in an area..." She pauses, her eyes sparkle in the light. "Why should I not leave you here to rot?"

Aurora smiles at his attempt to convince her. The will and want was there as well as some obvious intelligence. "Do you have a spine in your back? Or will you be an obedient little boy?" She asks, needing only one more answer to determine her course of action.

Oh the times I've heard that line, she thinks to herself. This one played directly into her hand of power. A demonic being, with the power of flight, breaking him would almost be too easy if she choose to do that. "We will see about such talk" She says, pulling a thin black cord from her pocket. The collar was simple but held the same meaning as the collars from some Mistress's that seemed just gaudy and overcompensating. She hands you the collar through the bars and says "Place it around your neck, and state your name, and who owns you" She says.

She smiles, "No, repeat after me. I Jason, the slave of Mistress Aurora NightWing." She says. It would take the right words to confirm the binding, and she would not let him lose without it. This would be her first mark. Her second, third and fourth would have to be done else where.

As he spoke the words the cord-like collar fuses to itself, so that it may never come undone, then as he says her name it fuses to his skin on his neck, so that it may never come off. The pain as the collar fuses with your neck is excruciating, the skin itself mending with the fibers of the collar. She smiles and nods, her first mark complete. "Now, you may come home with me" She says.

She smiles and looks at the lock, it opens the lock falling to the ground. She holds out her hand, palm up, for you to take. "Come mei Petitte, it is time to leave this place" She says, the owner walking over to collect payment. Aurora glares at him and he reels back, a scared look on his face. She hisses at him low and he scurries back to his position behind the counter. She looks back at you, "How long have you been in that cage, Child?"