You mean other than the part where I didn't sell you to them?
[ She wouldn't; not to the Hutts under any circumstance, and not in general at this stage, but he doesn't need to know that. Threats weren't near as effective if it seemed like there was no chance of a follow-through.
Admiring the craftsmanship of the collar a moment more, she finally turns around with it in her hands. She knows he's smart enough to figure out where this is going but she's not entirely certain of how he'll react. Which is fine with her. A bit of exploration is on the menu for the evening rather than the outright torture of the last time she had him alone. ]
Honestly, you should be flattered. Market price for a piece like this is almost as much as one of the bounties still on your head.
[ Partly due to just how custom she made sure it would be. Form and function were equally important; if she wanted a simple ring of metal she could manage that herself, or simply wrap her belt around his throat when she felt the urge. But she has plans to make use of his professional skills, at least a time or two, and she wants to make sure it's clear to any who see Poe just who he belongs to. That, and since she's not interested in breaking his mind (yet, in any case) she has to keep in mind there's only so much solitary confinement any person can take. Something that a slave collar with a few built-in perks can alleviate the need for.
On the back of the collar where it locks the First Order insignia has been embossed, both to serve as a brand of sorts and to cover the slight seam in the metal when it's closed. On the front, in contrast, a polished kyber crystal nearly the width of the collar has been set, the crystal still its natural color. A crystal she herself picked out from the mines, needing to find one that was just right even though it wouldn't be going in a lightsaber.
She approaches him with a relatively neutral expression, watching him carefully, and a little curiously. ]
no subject
[ She wouldn't; not to the Hutts under any circumstance, and not in general at this stage, but he doesn't need to know that. Threats weren't near as effective if it seemed like there was no chance of a follow-through.
Admiring the craftsmanship of the collar a moment more, she finally turns around with it in her hands. She knows he's smart enough to figure out where this is going but she's not entirely certain of how he'll react. Which is fine with her. A bit of exploration is on the menu for the evening rather than the outright torture of the last time she had him alone. ]
Honestly, you should be flattered. Market price for a piece like this is almost as much as one of the bounties still on your head.
[ Partly due to just how custom she made sure it would be. Form and function were equally important; if she wanted a simple ring of metal she could manage that herself, or simply wrap her belt around his throat when she felt the urge. But she has plans to make use of his professional skills, at least a time or two, and she wants to make sure it's clear to any who see Poe just who he belongs to. That, and since she's not interested in breaking his mind (yet, in any case) she has to keep in mind there's only so much solitary confinement any person can take. Something that a slave collar with a few built-in perks can alleviate the need for.
On the back of the collar where it locks the First Order insignia has been embossed, both to serve as a brand of sorts and to cover the slight seam in the metal when it's closed. On the front, in contrast, a polished kyber crystal nearly the width of the collar has been set, the crystal still its natural color. A crystal she herself picked out from the mines, needing to find one that was just right even though it wouldn't be going in a lightsaber.
She approaches him with a relatively neutral expression, watching him carefully, and a little curiously. ]