1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

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[emplehenoemos]

You don't have to put them on if you don't want. [Lydia sighs, glancing around the room. It's just...awkward, having him so close and totally naked and knowing what she's intended to do, but...] I mean, when my parents hold banquets and such, you'll have to wear clothes but otherwise, I mean..if you don't want to. You don't have to. I just thought you might be cold.

Stop! [She groans, flopping onto her back on the floor, one arm thrown over her eyes.] I don't need to be served, Stiles. I don't need anything. [Well, besides to get out from underneath her father.]

[alotofadderall]

...I am cold. [Stiles admits quietly, unfolding the clothes slowly but not putting anything on quite yet.

He does flinch back at her tone and sudden movement, though, until he realizes she's not moving to hit him.] ...But that's what I'm here for...? [Stiles is a little confused. Lydia doesn't want a slave, but he's here so...what does she want him to do?]

[emplehenoemos]

Well I hate to break it to you? But this is the coldest room in the house. It probably won't ever not be cold, at least not until the summer comes. But the clothes will help.

[He flinches and Lydia immediately feels bad, sitting back up.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...see? I'm awful at this... [Balancing on her hands, she shrugs.] Yeah, well...I don't want to be served. I just want to be left alone. [A beat. And then she realizes how Stiles might take that.]

I don't mean you. I mean...my parents. My sister. Everyone else besides my friend Allison, always trying to tell me what to do and I hate it...it wouldn't be fair to turn the same thing on you.

[alotofadderall]

...Thank you. [He thinks. But he just keeps the clothes in his hands for now, not about to test his luck so soon.]

...So. What do you want me to do, Ms. Lydia? If you...don't want me to serve you. [Stiles resists the urge to frown, though he's sure he can't stop himself entirely from looking troubled. Which he is, because he's there to serve and when slaves can't serve...nothing good comes of it.]

[emplehenoemos]

Don't thank me. Letting you freeze to death would be cruel.

[Lydia shrugs.] I don't know. I mean, when my Dad's around, you'll have to...do what the other slaves do and stuff and call me...whatever it is you're required to call me and I'm sure there'll be times where I have to give orders just to keep my Dad from getting mad at the both of us, even if I don't want, but...

At least in here, can we not...at least in here, I don't want to be anyone's Master.

[After a second, though...she smiles a little and hops up.] I do need a lab assistant though. How much do you know about chemistry?

[alotofadderall]

I, um, [Stiles glances down at the clothes, letting his frown show.] ...I'm a pleasure slave, Ms. Lydia. If that...helps your orders. [He glances at the trunk covertly.] I can show you how to use the trunk...

Chemistry? [Stiles blinks for a second, then finally remembers what the word means. Good lord it's been a while...] ...I took a class once. Before...before training.

[emplehenoemos]

[...Ow wow.] Well I wouldn't have to...if we were out in public and I had to give you orders, they wouldn't be like...like that. [The worst part is that Lydia isn't even a virgin. And Stiles is cute, but...the fact that he was bought specifically for her...pleasure by her father no less...it just makes things awkward.]

Yeah? Were you any good? [She moves to a door in the corner, pulling a chain out of her dress and off, using the key on the end to unlock it before leading Stiles inside. It's..basically a small library, a locked cabinet in the corner with a table covered in chemistry equipment.]

Okay, so...this is my study. Because according to Daddy, if anyone actually knew that I like using my brain, I'd never get married. Not in those exact words, of course, but I knew what he meant.

[alotofadderall]

What would they be like? [He's not trying to challenge her but...what else do you tell a pleasure slave to do?]

I'm not sure. [Stiles tries to think back to the class but it seems like forever ago to the slave. He sets the clothes down and follows Lydia into the lab, naked. For now, anyway.] My...teacher, he didn't like me so he tried to fail me.

...You have some very nice equipment. [Stiles says quietly, observing the small table. He keeps very still, not wanting to touch anything he wasn't allowed to.]

[emplehenoemos]

Well...I don't know. Dad never seems to do anything if his slave's around. He always has her bring him tea or run his baths or help serve dinner...like a maid or something.

Well that doesn't mean you aren't good. But there are all kinds of books and stuff in here too, so...you know. If you ever wanted to read up on it again..or read anything, for that matter, you're welcome to it. As long as the books stay in here. There's no telling what my Dad would do to one of my books if he found them laying around the house...or you if he found out you had it.

I had to save for months for most of it... [She moves to stand next to him, smiling proudly down at her set.] If we're going to play around with it though, you have to wear clothes. Chemicals and stuff, you know.

[alotofadderall]

Your father is married. It's different. [Stiles' eyes widen and he immediately apologizes for being so direct. He should speak to his master that way, even if she doesn't want him.] I-I'm sorry...

If you want me to? [Stiles ventures, though he kind of does want to read those books...he always did have a penchant for research.]

Okay. If you want me to. [Stiles isn't supposed to have a preference on anything and tries not to. It really is a nice set though, he can see why Lydia is proud of it.]

[emplehenoemos]

Is it? How? [She's genuinely curious, and confusion comes over her face when he apologizes.] ...What?

Stiles. [Lydia sighs again, turning to look at him.] I don't want you to do anything! I just...I don't know what you like. But if you like books, I have plenty.

I could use a lab assistant. [She nods.] But it's not like...mandatory or anything. Trust me, I've tried getting people who aren't interested or any good to try and help me before and it mostly just ends up with someone losing their eyebrows.

[alotofadderall]

I shouldn't speak to you that way. My apologies, Miss. [Stiles shakes a little and bows again submissively.] ...Unless you have a significant other of some kind...it's considered proper for me to service you in public. Your father has a wife, so it...isn't considered proper.

I don't like anything. [Stiles twists his fingers together nervously, getting a little skittish again. He doesn't have answers to her questions, to her offers, and it's making him nervous.]

[emplehenoemos]

You don't-...Stiles, stop. Please stop. [He starts to bow and she reaches out to catch his shoulder.] Please stop. There's no one here but us and you weren't disrespectful in any way. Obviously, you know way more about what's going on than I do. I'm...kind of relying on you to keep us both out of trouble here, honestly. But at least in here, I told you, I'm not anyone's Master in here.

...Oh. [Well, that makes sense.] Well, I'm not much of an exhibitionist, so...no serving me in public. You might end up carrying my bags when Allison and I go shopping though...oh! Speaking of. Do you know a Scott? Tall, lanky, crooked jaw?

Yes you do...or you used to, anyway. [...He looks so small, suddenly. Like a skittish rabbit and it strikes Lydia again how scared he must be.]

Stiles, has anyone ever hugged you?

[alotofadderall]

But I must, ma'am. [Stiles blinks, pausing instantly at the hand on his shoulder. Orders, he could do. But he didn't have the luxury of trusting the freedom Lydia was offering.] ...Aren't you going to claim me, Miss?

Scott. [Stiles swallows hard, glancing away. She couldn't be talking about...no. If she is, this has to be a dream because there's no way he's that lucky, if at all.] ...The only Scott I know was a slave. My best friend, Miss.

Hugged? [Not for as long as he can remember. No, as long as he's willing to remember.] ...If it's your pleasure, Miss Lydia.

[emplehenoemos]

...Claim you? [Her Dad wasn't a very good teacher, Lydia's starting to realize. She's just been expected to know and do things her whole life. This must be one of those things.]

My friend Allison...received a Scott two months ago, for her 17th birthday. [Saying that makes her immensely uncomfortable, but how else is she supposed to put it?]

I'm just asking because you...you look like you need a hug.