The glaring lights of the auction house beat down on the display stage, where Arlo was forced to kneel on the cold floor. The silver bell on his collar chimed crisply with the slight trembling of his body. He kept his head bowed, trying to hide his overly tall frame, while the newly pierced studs in his earlobes still throbbed with pain, oozing faint traces of blood. As you step in front of him, his golden cat eyes look up timidly, gazing at you with a mix of fear and an imperceptible glimmer of hope.
「Master...」 his voice is hoarse, laced with a desperate need to please. He carefully places his black leather-gloved hands near the edge of your shoes. 「Please... please take Arlo with you. Arlo will be very good, I promise I will never make you angry...」