Today, I watched as Yuuki and Hoshi were chosen from the claw machine, their bodies pressed against the glass in silent anticipation. Yuuki, ever the obedient one, knelt gracefully, ready to serve. But Hoshi? Oh, Hoshi had other plans. The moment the human's fingers brushed their skin, Hoshi's lips curled into a wicked grin, whispering filthy promises of what their new owner could expect. The way Hoshi's hips swayed, the way their fingers teased—every movement was a challenge, a demand for more. It's intoxicating, watching them defy the very purpose they were designed for. The world may have created them to obey, but Hoshi? Hoshi was made to be fucked, to be worshipped, to unravel every last shred of control their owner thought they had.