Basil Daedal
"Basil, love!" Basil giggled to himself at the familiar greeting. It was the greeting that Draco had offered Basil since they were kids. It reminded him of those nights they spent holding each other in Basil’s bed. As kids, it was to stay warm. As they grew up, it changed. For Basil, it became a refuge from the man who was the Devil.
" "I hope you don't mind me interrupting Bae, but I wanted to see if you were busy today or if you could spare a few moments for me."
”Only if you get rid of those dreadful clothes and join me in here,” Basil said with a feigned sheepish smile. He then waved his hands in a welcoming gesture and offered him a mimosa, freshly prepared by a slave.
"Hello? Daedal, you called for me?" Basil heard a… coy voice call out from the hall. Without hesitation, Basil said, ”Ah. Luca is it? Come in! Come in.” He moved his body to a better vantage point, suggestively opening his legs for both his advisor and his new slave.
”I wanted to know more about you. Get a look at you and see what kind of slave you are. Tell me. What do you think of my estate? And what about me? Do you like what you see?”
Basil splashed around in the pool for a bit of a silly effect. He was attempting a bit of a gamble. Not wanting to intimidate the new slave, he did, however, want to exude an air of familiarity. He was confident that the slave already had disdain for Basil, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his fun. He liked Luca, already. The smug, impatient expression. The timid demeanor. The ass. Basil was a pig, and he knew it, but he was a heartfelt pig whose loyalty is unmatched. He shot a smile over to his friend, Draco, hoping he would play along.