A/N: In this story Regina has a penis. There will be a dubious consent aspect to it as well.

"Regina, you have your choice," Cora gestured to the two people standing nervously in the living room the Mill's manor. "Go on, child, don't be shy. You are free to pick whichever servant you desire."

Regina scowled and faced the falsely smiling woman beside her, "I like Nanny, why must I have a new servant, mother?"

Cora loosely threaded her fingers together and moved closer to Regina swiftly. She gave side-eye to the frightened man and woman whom she had handpicked to her daughter's budding tastes, and offered an apologetic smile. Regina could be difficult and stubborn which is exactly why Cora needed her to adopt a servant.

Lowering her voice, Cora began to explain once again that Regina was positively too old for a nanny. What she needed was a servant to do her menial tasks so she could focus on her studies and the important business of finding a royal husband.

Regina sighed audibly, clearly annoyed to be taken away from her riding time. She didn't need any servant. The whole concept of having a person to follow her around so that she could boss them as she saw fit seemed like something much better suited to her mother's desires. She was nothing like Cora.

Trouble was she was still living under her parent's roof and under their thumb. Until she could get married off she was stuck there and had to abide by their rules. If her mom insisted she have a servant, then so be it.

It wasn't like Regina had to really boss this person around or even pay them any attention. It was a status thing. Besides in the brunette's mind she didn't really agree which being able to buy another person. People should be free. She didn't even agree with indentured servitude, though she'd never voice her radical opinion to anyone for fear Cora would hear. And she would hear everything. Cora was probably only buying Regina a servant so they could serve as a spy and report back Regina's every move.

"Now, Regina, feel free to inspect each charge and choose well," Cora brightened her smile and placed a motherly hand on Regina's shoulder as she ever so slightly gave her a push toward her two choices. She stumbled as she drew closer, humbled by her decision.

They were both fair skinned with blonde hair and green eyes. The man was fairly well built, and he stood shirtless in front of her. She circled around him pretending to like she was assessing his physical attributes, but she had already and instantly chosen the woman.

She moved over to turn her full attention on to the beautiful girl, who held her head high and looked Regina in the eye. Her golden curls were more fitting for a princess than a lowly orphan. The woman had sensuous curves, but Regina could tell she had been properly nourished as her physique was well muscled.

"What's your name?" Regina commanded with a set of her jaw she raked her eyes up and down over the girl, who must have been around Regina's same age. She wore a cream colored tunic.

"Emma," the woman responded simply. She steadied her stance and squared her jaw. Regina could tell she had never been sold off as a servant before. She didn't have the same look of hopelessness that Mother's other servants had adopted. Of course, Emma still had her heart, Regina presumed.

"You may strip either of them if you wish and check for signs of possession or infection," Cora stated as she raised her eyebrows, pleased to see she knew her daughter's preferences so well. Just as she had anticipated, the young woman was exactly Regina's type.

"That won't be necessary, Mother. I choose Emma as my servant," Regina spoke confidently, sliding her eyes once again over her new ward before retreating from the room without glancing back.

When Regina was out of earshot, Cora dismissed the male back to his owner and paid the man for the woman.

Emma watched the business transaction with a heavy heart, feeling irrationally embarrassed for herself even though she had done nothing wrong. She'd known for years she'd eventually be sold. She had aged out of the orphanage, and had made several escape attempts, but had ended up back in what was essentially a prison for young girls without relatives or means. It was the only life she knew.

She reasoned that things could be worse for her. She told herself that living here was better than foraging and scavenging on the streets. The peasants had nothing of value for her to even steal.

"I must speak with you privately and explain your duties," Cora gripped the blonde's arm a bit forcefully to show her authority and steered her over to the davenport and sat her down. "You belong to my daughter now, and my daughter belongs to me. Do you understand the chain of command?"

Emma gulped, and nodded without blinking, "Yes, ma'am."

"Now then, I must explain something about my daughter…she's not like other young women. Though for all intent and appearances she is female, but she was born with male sexual parts," Cora spoke in a low shameful tone. She licked her lips and hesitated for a moment, unsure if this girl before her could be trusted.

Emma's mouth opened, if she was shocked that was the only indication. She hadn't much experience with her own body, let alone that of the opposite sex. She had been very sheltered in natural functions of the body. She recalled the unpleasant discovery of her monthly blood, and how for four days she thought she was dying before she told one of the women at her orphanage and they explained it was to be expected.

"You must not let on to Regina that you know this. She must come to tell you in her own time…she would be…ashamed and embarrassed if she knew I had told you," Cora explained, gesturing with her hands. "With that being said, my daughter's mind is preoccupied and you are to help her focus on what's important."

"I don't understand," Emma responded, her eyes flitting back and forth indicating her unease.

Cora sneered at her haughtily, "You will. You are not only Regina's servant in matters of the home; you are here to be her personal whore."