“Hosty boy~ you have a client!” The woman known as Madame Joice called out. She looked into the nice room, tossing him a bottle of lube. “He’s a big one.” /brothel au?

/ oh gosh i can try for sure here we go i hope im doing this right

Host barely was able to catch the bottle, rolling his eyes slightly as he held it. If he didn’t know Madame Joice, he wouldn’t have been able to catch the damn bottle in the first place.

“Any special requests?”, he asked in return, turning to face her from where he was sitting on the bed. He was still in some lingerie, and a light robe.

He opened the door, gently ushering the other in. “Come out when you are hungry or thirsty, okay?”

“O-okay..”, Host mumbled and nodded lightly. It smelled like fresh laundry in here, and faintly of the alpha. He waited for the other to leave, before carefully moving around, feeling everything and pulling out whatever he thought was nice. He supposed he had to stay here to build his nest, though he didn’t mind. At least it was a small space.

He gently sat the other up, rubbing a bit of medicine into his mating mark as well. “I’ll leave you alone, little one.” Devon stood up, gently kissing his head before petting his hair. “But… you are blind. You will have to follow me.” He reached out his hand slowly.

Host nodded weakly, sitting up on trembling limbs. He had no idea the other was reaching his hand out. In the auctionhouse, he had been forcefully dragged around or was on a leash -and dragged around with that.