Capítulo 200: Lucille's Troubles

A triumphant grin envelops my lips.

Victory. 

She's wearing the pink nightgown tonight.

Ayame then glances at the table where I put the collar down and picks it up. My petite samurai examines it for a bit, turning it around in her hand. "It's a very big improvement. I will definitely feel much better about wearing this around my neck. Thank you for this as well, Quinlan."

I nod with a smile. I didn't expect her to start hyperventilating like Blossom from this gift. After all, a slave collar is a slave collar at the end of the day, no matter how pretty, elegant or comfortable. 

Blossom is more than happy with her current social status as long as I remain her master, while Ayame would more than likely prefer to be a free person.

"Blossom was so hungry but now she wants to go to get her collar changed!" My dog-girl voices her troubles.