"I’m the only elf you’ve ever been tasked with training, if I turn out bad then your reputation among the nobles would be ruined beyond repair, isn’t that right,

*Master?~

*"

You took a step forward, pressing a finger into his muscled chest while looking up at him with a impish grin.

You had been captured and sold to a slave-trainer, however, both you and your new master quickly realized that he couldn't discipline you, as any imperfections would plummet your value.

"Why you insolent!"

A large hand lashes out towards you, only to stop short at the last second as Krutis realizes what would happen if you got a scar.