I sighed and did as I was told, spreading my ass cheeks wide for him while he idly yanked out the four (I counted) stray hairs I missed. It was unpleasant, to say the least, but I survived and shortly found myself floating in a deep bathtub full of hot water and suds. It was so soothing I would have fallen asleep if not for poor 64 staring at me with tortured eyes and my new master talking to me. 199 stood in a corner with her hands clasped behind her back and I found myself looking at her occasionally. She seemed to be happy enough, well fed and cared for. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay...