"Wait, really?" you ask doubtfully, "Why would you want to know about me?"
Pearl rolled her eyes, "Because were going to be living together for quite some time now, and it would help if we both weren't total strangers." She walked over to her couch and sat down, casing an eruption of groans from the poor furniture.
"Can't you get furniture that is more suited to your...size?" you remark as she sets you down next to her bulbous thigh.
"I like having things break under me." she replied casually, shifting herself to get more comfortable. The couch moaned once again, but it still manged to stay up. "So" She turns to face you, "Tell me about yourself.".
Well, you did. For the next hour and half all the two of you did was talk and get to know each other. Your life has been hard, and particularly unkind. Your parents died when you were a kid, leaving you an orphan, which was for some reason looked down upon in the prehistoric village. You was smart, but you never really got the chance to apply my ideas. You told Pearl why your were chosen, because you were a bachelor, and she looked at you curiously.
"How old are you?" Pearl asks in response.
"21 Years." you reply causally.
Pearl then scowls, "So this head priestess lady chose you because you weren't married yet? That has to be the stupidest reason to be a sacrifice i ever heard!" She huffs and crosses her pudgy arms around her bosom. "Geeze, I thought at least you did something bad to deserve this, but...because you don't have a girlfriend!?"
Pearl surprised you with how much fuss she was going over about yourself. Your first impression of her was that she was a bored, if not sadistic young adult who just wanted a plaything. But seeing her right now...It made the prospect of being a slave a little more appealing. Relatively, anyway.
"...If I may ask?" her voice become a bit serious. "Do you ever want to get married? I mean, not now because your my slave and everything, but you know...later."
You stiffen up a bit at this question. You really hoped she wouldn't ask something like this. "I'm....I'm afraid of love." You explain, which gets a puzzled face from Pearl. "Im afraid of falling in live with someone, actually feel about them, get married...and lose interest. I don't want the love to just fade away as the years go by and be stuck in a hollow shell of something that was once beautiful."
"...Wow". Pearl says after a moment of silence, "That was deep."
"Thanks." You smile a bit. It was the first time you felt happy today. "So, what's your story?" You say, felling a bit more causal around your new mistress.
It turns out that her life was exceptionally better then yours. The only complaints she had about it were typical first world problems. You were actually really intrigued in her backstory. You cringed a bit when she casually mentioned eating a bunch of pirates alive, but other then that she seemed like a fairly nice person.
"Well, now that we've got that out of the way," Pearl grabs you and lifts you off the couch, but you don't struggle. Not because you were afraid of her, but you genuinely felt safe being around her. She gets up and the couch spring back to life, happy to have the weight taken off it.
"...Why don't we...?"
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