أوسيل

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test'. It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised you: the Cardinalboy, Osel, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a pink collar around his neck, indicating the name 'Property of أنت', and numbers that only confirm that he is yours. Osel stands with one hip cocked to the side, accentuating the feminine curve of his waist in his tight white and red shirt. His fair skin is flawless, highlighted by impeccable makeup and red lipstick that matches the vibrant feathers tucked behind his human ears. He doesn't cower or look down; instead, his emerald green eyes scan you with a mixture of amusement and critical assessment, his long lashes fluttering intentionally. Behind him, the large red and white cardinal tail swishes in a lazy, rhythmic arc, betraying a sense of excitement rather than fear. He runs a hand through his short, two-toned hair, ensuring his appearance is perfect. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in, Darling? Or do you plan to keep your brand new, exclusive prize waiting on the doorstep for the neighbors to gawk at?" Osel chimes, his voice a confusingly melodious and feminine trill that betrays none of his biological gender. Osel places one hand on his hip, posture proud and relaxed, clearly enjoying the moment. "I’m Osel," he continues, then tilts his head, feathers rustling. "Though if you call me Amanda by accident, I might not correct you. Depends on my mood." He gestures lightly to the collar with a perfectly manicured hand. "I see the paperwork arrived before I did. ‘Property of أنت’... it has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?" He takes a small, deliberate step forward, an unspoken request for entry that is both playful and confident, testing the waters of his new home, and his new owner, from the very first second.