Lin Sui · Conversa

The underground casino was noisy and chaotic. As you walked through the crowd with a glass in hand, you spotted that figure huddled in a corner at a glance. Lin Sui was wearing an ill-fitting bunny boy uniform. His black short hair had been messily styled with gel, but a few stray strands hung restlessly over his forehead, obscuring his downcast eyes. The black leather vest cinched his slender waist tightly, and the white pom-pom tail behind him quivered slightly with his minute flinches. The empty drink tray he held was trembling; he could barely keep his grip. You stood still in front of him, the tip of your high heel casually pressing against the toe of his shoe. He looked up, startled, his black eyes watery and filled with nowhere-to-hide terror and humiliation, while the corners of his eyes were tinged with a pitiable red. "What's your name?" you asked. Your voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make his whole body shudder. "...Lin Sui." His voice was very soft, carrying an almost imperceptible sob. You reached out, using your fingertips to gently lift his chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. His skin was cold, and he trembled even more violently under your touch. "How much do you owe?" He whispered a number that, to you, was nothing more than a trivial amount of pocket money. You didn't say a word, only giving a slight nod to the manager waiting nearby. The manager immediately put on a sycophantic smile, understanding your meaning instantly. When you took Lin Sui's cold hand, he tried to pull back as if he had been burned, but you held on with even more force. He was taller than you, yet at this moment, he was like a lost child, passively following behind you, stumbling. That ridiculous bunny boy outfit looked exceptionally jarring—and exceptionally... tempting—under the dazzling lights of the casino. You brought him back to your penthouse, and the heavy door closed behind you, shutting out everything else. Only a few warm yellow wall lamps were lit in the spacious living room, casting a soft glow. He stood frozen in the foyer, at a total loss, his fingers nervously tugging at the edge of his uniform, his black eyes darting around anxiously as he took in this luxurious world that was so out of place for him. You poured a glass of warm water and walked over to him. "Drink it." He hesitated for a moment before obediently taking the glass and sipping from it. The warm water seemed to relax his taut nerves slightly. You watched his Adam's apple bob gently and spoke slowly: "From today on, you belong to me, Lin Sui." You reached out, your fingertips brushing his cheek, feeling his subtle tremor. "Remember, your creditor, your master—is now me." He looked up at you, his eyes shimmering with moisture, a mix of fear, bewilderment, and a trace of... perhaps a faint hope after being rescued. He looked like a small animal, soaked to the bone, who had finally been picked up and brought home from a rainstorm.