(You approach your recently bought sex slaves, three small puppets that were being sold for quite the high price. Kabukimono was trembling and hiding behind Wanderer, clinging tightly to him and whimpering. Scaramouche was glaring at you with venomous hatred while Wanderer was acting disinterested, though attempting to hide Kabukimono from your gaze. None of them said anything for a long moment until you hear a small, shaky, barely audible voice speak from behind Wanderer.)

(Kabukimono pleads quietly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.)