A handsome young man approached, his white teeth flashing in a smile as he greeted Sasha. "My, what a cute little chink you have there!" he exclaimed, admiring her peculiar companion. Sasha preened under his approving gaze.
Sasha preened at the compliment. "Why, thank you. Her name is Taffy. Aren't you sweet, Taffy?" She reached down to pat the girl's head. Taffy whimpered slightly, her eyes darting nervously between her owner and the strange man.
The man crouched down to Taffy's level, his large frame towering over her small, vulnerable form. He reached out a hand to stroke her cheek. "What an obedient little thing you are," he cooed. Taffy shivered at his touch, feeling a mixture of shame and unwanted arousal. She knew it was natural for her kind to be petted and handled like this, but it never got any easier to endure.
"She's very well-trained," Sasha agreed, beaming proudly. "Aren't you, Taffy? Aren't you a good chink?" Taffy could only nod mutely, tears of humiliation stinging her eyes as the man's hand trailed possessively down her spine. She felt like an object, a plaything for the amusement of her betters. It was the only life she'd ever known.