It didn't take Marc long to notice that he was entering the large, elegant structures of the Gold Division. He gulped. His situation really hinged on who he got assigned to. With Bronze, despite their shortcomings as fighters, they tended to be rather easy to deal with due to not really being used to having access to a servant who would do virtually anything they demanded. Silver, on the other hand, was hit or miss. Some where reasonable while others where abusive. It just depended. Some Silvers were recently promoted and felt that they were owed something while others were to happy making it up the food chain to really care about servants really. But with Gold, most were self-assured bitches that took full advantage of their station to derive as much amusement as possible. It was really like you couldn't win with the ASL top division of fighters.
Marc was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the large figure in front of him until is walked right into her. Marc's eyes widened as his vision was obscured by a white furred belly. He quickly looked up, past the large protruding belly and sizable breasts into the amused face of Claudine. The titanic unicorn was looking down at him with an amused expression and eyebrow raised. Claudine was wearing a black tank top and shorts, meaning that she had most likely was coming from or was heading to training.
In that instant, several memories of the thrashings he received for staring at his past mistresses flashed before his eyes before he jumped back and bowed. Even if she wasn't his new mistress, he rather not receive a beating before he even met her.
"I'm really, really sorry for that, ma'am," Marc spoke quickly. "I got a little lost in thought on my over here."
"I noticed," Claudine intoned softly. "You wouldn't happen to be Marc, would you?"
Her voice was quiet and cultured but it still managed to send shivers up his spine. He couldn't read anything from her tone and from her question, she had to be his new mistress. And his first act was to possibly disrespect her. His mouth suddenly went dry and he couldn't speak, so head nodded to her.
"I see," Claudine stated, looking him over. "Now what to do with you now?"
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