There were few things that Seinya enjoyed more than monetary wealth. Living was obviously more important, and power required money... the only thing money couldn't really by, to her, was control. And nothing made the woman happy like control. She was very pleased with the recent buy out of their slave stock. The man had been so thrilled by her handiwork he'd bought all they had left. It'd taken her a week to break five men. Human men. With the right equipment, pain was a great teacher. And when it came to being in command of anything, the half devil was the master. Her horse, accustomed to the smell of her hellish taint, nickered softly while a delicate clawed hand passed over the smooth coat. Vanity ran through her blood, driving her to make everything associated with her beautiful. The horse, with her perfect white coat, her tent with its elaborate decorations, and even her clothes, where the black leather had been polished and tailored to fit her. It all came down to Seinya was naturally drawn to pretty things.
The men – hired muscle – were currently putting her tent away. They were going to rest for an hour or so more before continuing on their merry way. With purses full of gold, the men were eager to spend it. And there was nothing to buy out here. She stroked the mare again before footsteps drew her attention. The she-devil twisted to see Trey, her current business partner. And what did he have? From the looks of it, he wasn't thrilled with his find. A moment later, and she knew why. Trey hated pretty males. A sentiment Seinya did not share, On the contrary, they were her most wanted. Only good for the more subtle tasks a slave should be taught. Nothing like turning a person into a mule, which was terribly easy. No, no, no. This would require a delicate hand, practiced... much like hers.
"It's a boy. you take care of it." The she-devil glanced up at Trey, her eyes glinting red in the minimal light before perfect lips stretched in a smile. "Of course I will," she cooed then before kneeling next to her new pet. Gingerly, a pointed claw caught on the hem of his shirt, which she pulled up just to get an idea of... Oh. How very interesting. The black lines along his back made her smile. Tattooed slaves either sold for more, if the design was exotic, erotic, or rare, or poorly if it made the slave seem garish and gaudy. Set on flawless skin, Seinya knew which this would be.
Hanging from the woman's wrist, on a delicate silver chain, was a slender metal rod. About the width of her pinky, but three times as long. It was a magical trinket associated with her devil half. Using it, Seinya could provoke any sort of sensation she wished when applying it to flesh. From pain that was so blinding, to pleasure that would push someone to climax in mere breaths... it was a delightful toy. The best part being that it had a companion piece. It was much like the rod, length wise, but much thinner. Like a needle, but bendable. This metal needle was connected to the rod, slave to the rod's master. With it, she could invoke any sensation in the bearer of the needle without needing to touch them. Set rules, limits, boundaries... to the extent that she could cause pain if they thought of something she didn't like. Seinya had five needles in total, and since she had no other slaves, that meant this elf would get one.
Seinya smiled affectionately, as though she'd found some long lost soul that needed saving, before she looked up at her business partner, producing one slender metal needle. "Where should I put it?" In truth, it could go anywhere. It could be completely inserted in the skin, or it could be stuck through a lip, or nose, and bent like a ring. Or it could be wrapped around an arm, wrist, ankle, or finger. So long as it pricked the skin, it would remain there until Seinya removed it. Should the victim of the needle try, pain would wash over them. They'd pass out before they even got to touch it.
