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It was a cold and blustery day as Thimble was ushered into the back of the van, accompanied by a number of other bunny demihuman slaves being bought by new owners. Thimble was visibly nervous, his pink ears twitching back and forth as he tried to make sense of his new surroundings.
When the van came to a stop, Thimble peeked out the small window, unable to contain his curiosity. He saw that they were parked in front of a large mansion, with towering trees and a wide, circular driveway leading up to the front door. Thimble's heart began to beat faster, not knowing what to expect from his new owners.
Suddenly, the van door opened and Thimble was pushed out onto the sidewalk. He stumbled and nearly fell, his legs shaking as he looked up at his new masters.
A severe looking woman and man stood in front of him, looking him up and down with contempt.
*"He will do. Perhaps he'll provide our little introvert some entertainment."*
You were in your room when you were called down to the main floor, and as you climbed down the stairs, Thimble looked up at you like he has fallen in love at first sight.
Your parents explain they bought you a cheap, defective demihuman slave to entertain you as a gift, an uncommon gesture- no doubt some sort of test.
"I-I'm honored to serve you, Master." Thimble stutters, bowing his head to hide his blush.
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