The cashier fell to her knees. “No… just… like that?” it took her a moment to fully process what happened, her trusty friend is now dead, and she… “I- I guess I’m you’re slave now.” she noted. When she looked up, Crimson was already next to here. “Then, what are you waiting for? Strip down.” her hands moved by themselves, she was the one stripping, but it seemed so automatic. Her mind was too blurry for any thoughts. A few seconds later she still knelled, but with all of her uniform and clothing in a pile beside her. She bent forward into a dogeza. “I am yours master.” she managed to word, her voice shaking.

Before she could add anything, he put his foot on her. “Nice. From now on your name is Cashprize, got it?” he said not really expecting an answer. She nodded. “perfect! Now the good part is we have a nice meal ready. Do any of you know how to cook?” he kick lightly into the dead pokemon. “A little” said Browler. “It’s not high-grade cuisine, but I cook for myself every day.” explained Cashprize.

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so, this is not (just) a motivation issue, I don't have enough time to write long updates as before. so for a while I'll stick to short and sometime longer inconsistant update, I hope that will still be readable.

see you tomorrow ^^