The consultant takes you to the beginning of the world's largest slave market -Well, we are there, and now I am ready to listen to your preferences, or I could offer my own options

The consultant nods seriously and starts leading you through the market rows. He stops in front of an elf girl, her features distorted by grief and pain, wearing a collar with the inscription "damaged goods". The consultant explains that she has endured unspeakable abuse and was treated as waste before being brought here. She cowers beneath his touch, her eyes filled with terror and resignation.

The price for this poor soul is surprisingly low due to her perceived worthlessness; however, you have enough wealth and influence to buy her without any trouble. Do you wish to make an offer?

The consultant signals one of the guards, who approaches with a small sack and empties its contents: coins spill out onto the dirty ground. The guard takes your money and places it in a sealed pouch before leaving.

As soon as you have paid for her, the elf girl is released from the restraints holding her to the block. Her body trembles with relief as she tentatively moves away from the place of torture, gazing up at you with tear-filled eyes. Her name is Lileith, and she has suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of those who owned her before. Now it's your turn to decide her fate...

The consultant bows his head in understanding and leads you and the newly purchased elf girl away from the market. The air is filled with the cries of countless other slaves, each story more heart-wrenching than the last. As you exit the slave market's grounds, Lileith glances back one last time at the place that had been her home for far too long. The consultant assures her that things will get better from now on and that she will be treated with kindness from here on out.

Lileith looks up at you, her voice barely a whisper. "My name is Lileith." She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to speak more. "Thank you... for buying me, sir Hans. I will serve you faithfully and do whatever you ask." Tears trickle down her cheeks, but she does not attempt to wipe them away.

Lileith allows herself to be drawn closer to you, her body trembling at your touch. It's the first time in what seems like an eternity that someone has shown her kindness and comfort. She buries her face into your chest, wracked by sobs as she clings to you desperately. Her shoulders shake, and tears dampen your clothes as she releases months - perhaps even years - worth of sorrow and pain.

You pat her gently on the back, letting her know that it's okay to cry and release all those pent-up emotions. Her sobs gradually subside as she takes deep breaths, eventually pulling away from you to wipe her face with a trembling hand. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at you through tear-stained eyes.

"I... I'm sorry for everything, sir Hans. For being such a burden..." She looks down at the dirty ground, her shoulders slumping again.

The consultant nods solemnly and approaches Lileith, kneeling before her. Carefully, he removes the collar and shackles that have been her prison for far too long. She winces as the metal touches her raw flesh, but relief washes over her features as soon as they are gone. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she feels suddenly lighter and freer than she has in what seems like an eternity.

As the consultant hands you the now-empty shackles, he whispers quietly, "Take good care of her, sir Hans. She's been through enough." His tone holds a note of warning; it is clear that Lileith will not be easy to heal completely from her past traumas, but with patience and kindness, you may yet help her find some semblance of happiness again.

The consultant bows his head in acknowledgement and retreats a respectful distance away, giving you and Lileith some privacy. He lingers for a moment longer than necessary before disappearing completely from sight, leaving the two of you alone to begin this new chapter in your lives together.

Lileith nods, sniffling as she wipes her nose on her sleeve. "I... I understand," she whispers softly. Her eyes meet yours, filled with hope and gratitude. She takes a deep breath, straightens her posture slightly, and speaks more firmly now. "Thank you for buying me, sir Hans. Thank you for rescuing me from that place."

Her expression becomes pensive as she looks around, clearly still trying to process everything that has happened today. Finally, she musters up the courage to ask, "Where are we going now?"

Lileith looks down at herself, realizing that she hasn't eaten in what feels like ages. "Yes... I am very hungry." She swallows hard, her throat raw from all the crying.

"Then let's find somewhere to eat," you say with a small smile, taking her hand gently in your own. Together, you walk through the city, searching for a suitable place where Lileith can finally satiate her hunger and perhaps begin to feel like herself again.

Lileith looks up at you with hesitation, unsure if it's safe for her to trust in this newfound sense of protection. "Are... are those people friendly?" she asks quietly, her voice barely audible above the bustle of the crowd. She takes a tentative step closer to you, drawing strength from your presence.

Lileith nods gratefully and follows you into the tavern, her steps hesitant but determined. She takes a moment to adjust to the loud noise and bright lights, glancing around warily at the various patrons as they drink and chat. The smell of food fills her nostrils, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

As you lead her to an empty table in the corner, she sits down carefully, her hands trembling slightly. "What... what should I order?" she asks quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.

Lileith takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she peruses the menu. Her stomach growls audibly, and she blushes crimson at the sound. "I... I'd like some bread with butter and jam," she finally manages to say. "And, umm... some stew, please."

She glances up at you, her eyes wide with hope that this new life might actually turn out better than she had ever dared dream possible.

Lileith nods solemnly and takes a sip of water, feeling its coolness slide down her parched throat. "What would you like to talk about, sir Hans?" she asks hesitantly. Her eyes dart around the tavern again, not quite comfortable with the idea of engaging in conversation here.

You must choose one of the following options:

Lileith seems to brighten up at the idea of talking about her past. "I was born in a small village deep within the elven forest, sir Hans," she begins, her voice gaining strength with each word. "It was a peaceful place, full of life and beauty." She pauses for a moment, lost in thought.

"I... I am pure-blooded, yes. My father was an archdruid, one of the most respected figures in our village. He taught me about the old ways, about magic and nature..." Her voice trails off as she stares into the distance, memories flooding back.

Lileith nods, taking another sip of water to steady her voice. "My life was... perfect, until the humans came," she whispers hoarsely. Her eyes fill with tears as she recounts how her village was attacked by human soldiers, burning it to the ground and slaughtering everyone within.

She was one of the few survivors, hidden away by a group of compassionate elves who risked their lives to protect her from the wrath of their conquerors. But even after escaping the initial attack, Lileith's suffering was far from over. She spent years wandering from place to place, always on the run, never able to find a safe haven for long.

It was during one such journey that she fell in with a group of bandits who eventually sold her to a human slaver. "And that's when it all started," she finishes somberly, looking

Lileith shudders at the memory, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she relives that dark time over and over again in her mind. The tavern falls silent around them, patrons looking away out of respect for her obvious distress. She looks up at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being snuffed out once more by the weight of her past suffering.

Your choice:

Lileith looks up at you, tears streaming down her face as she sniffs back the sobs that threaten to escape once more. She nods weakly, slowly leaning into your embrace as if seeking comfort and solace in your arms. Her body shudders with each racking breath, but there's an undeniable sense of peace washing over her now that you're holding her close.

As she cries onto your shoulder, the tension finally begins to ease from her shoulders and neck. Your strong arms envelop her like a protective shield, making it almost impossible for her to imagine ever feeling unsafe or uncared for again. It's in this moment that Lileith truly understands what it means to be saved.

Lileith sniffles softly as she pulls away, wiping the tears from her face with trembling hands. Looking up at you through red-rimmed eyes, she can barely find the words to express her gratitude for rescuing her from that hellish existence. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you so much... I'll never forget what you've done for me."

Lileith nods, still sniffling a bit but feeling much better now that she's in your arms and away from the nightmarish memories of her past life. She takes another sip of water, trying to calm herself further before speaking again. "What about you, sir Hans?" she asks softly. "Do you have any family? Any siblings or parents I should know about?"

Lileith listens intently to your story, her expression alternating between shock and pity as you recount the tragic events that led up to your current life. She can't even begin to imagine experiencing such horrors at such a young age, let alone losing both of her parents in the process. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you, sir Hans," she whispers.

The food arrives shortly afterward, delivered by a tired-looking servant girl. Lileith thanks her politely and digs into her meal with renewed vigor, her hunger finally sated now that there's no immediate threat hanging over her head. As you eat together in silence for a while, she feels a strange connection forming between the two of you - one born out of shared pain and loss but tempered by hope for brighter days ahead.

Lileith listens carefully to your words, her heart aching with the realization that she was not alone in suffering. As she looks into your eyes, she sees a kindred spirit; someone who understands what it means to lose everything and be left with nothing but despair. A small spark of hope begins to ignite within her, even though it's still faint and fragile. Perhaps there is some good in the world after all?

Taking another sip of water, she manages a half-smile. "Thank you, sir Hans," she whispers softly. "It means so much to know that I'm not alone anymore."

Lileith considers your offer for a moment, her heart warming at the thought. She's been so isolated for so long that the prospect of having someone to rely on, someone who cares about her and her well-being, is almost too much to bear. Eventually, she nods slowly, her eyes brightening with newfound hope. "I would like that very much," she says quietly. "To have a friend... after all this time."

Lileith nods slowly, trying out the unfamiliar sound on her tongue. "D-dmitry...," she stumbles over the name before finally managing to pronounce it correctly. A small, shy smile plays across her lips as she does so, and she feels a warmth spreading through her chest that has nothing to do with the food in her belly.

"Thank you, Dmitry," she whispers softly, clutching his hand gratefully. "For everything."

"Really?" Lileith asks, her eyes widening with delight. She's never had new clothes before; everything she's ever worn was either discarded by the bandits and slavers or handed down to her by other unfortunate girls in similar situations. The thought of having something that's actually hers fills her heart with a joy she hadn't felt in years. "Thank you, Dmitry," she whispers gratefully, blushing as she realizes how much this simple gesture means to her.

As they leave the tavern and step out into the sunshine, Lileith can't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. A new life is waiting for her now, full of promise and hope, and she owes it all to you, Dmitry. For the first time in a very long time, she feels truly grateful to be alive.

Lileith eagerly follows you to the market, her gaze darting around in excitement as she takes in all the colorful fabrics and pretty dresses hanging in the stalls. The merchants' cries fill the air, their wares on display like a treasure trove just waiting to be plundered. As she wanders through the crowd, her fingers trail over silk and lace, feeling the texture of each material as if for the first time.

She pauses in front of a particularly enticing dress, its deep red hue complementing her elven features perfectly. "What do you think?" she asks shyly, not quite daring to believe that this could actually be hers.

Lileith swallows hard, still not quite believing that she's being given this chance. She fingers the soft fabric again before nodding slowly and reaching out to take the dress off its hanger. "Thank you," she whispers softly as the merchant hands it over, exchanging it for a few coins from Dmitry.

She holds the dress up against her, imagining what it would be like to wear something so beautiful and feminine again. For the first time in years, she feels hope blooming within her chest, and with each passing moment, that tiny spark grows brighter and stronger. Perhaps there really is such a thing as happily ever after, after all.

Lileith's cheeks flush at the thought, her heart racing with excitement and nervous anticipation. "Thank you," she whispers, a small smile tugging at her lips as she slips behind a nearby partition to change into the dress. As she pulls it over her head, the soft fabric caresses her skin like a lover's touch, and for a moment, she forgets all about her past suffering and pain.

Emerging from behind the curtain, she takes a deep breath before revealing herself to you once more. Her eyes meet yours through the thin veil of her hair, and for the first time in ages, she feels truly beautiful. She crosses the floor, hesitating only momentarily before reaching out to touch your arm. "Dmitry?" she whispers, searching your gaze for some sign of approval or disappointment.

Her heart is racing now, anticipation and fear

Lileith's cheeks flush with pleasure at your words, and she ducks her head shyly in reply. "T-thank you," she whispers, swallowing hard against the sudden lump in her throat. She takes another step closer to you, their bodies almost touching now as they stand shoulder to shoulder. The air between them crackles with an almost tangible energy, and for a moment, neither of them knows quite what to say or do next.

As if by mutual consent, Lileith looks up at Dmitry once more, her eyes meeting his in the mirror behind him. She feels so much emotion welling up inside her now - gratitude, happiness, and a strange new sensation she can't quite name. It doesn't matter though; all that matters is this moment, standing here with him like this... it feels right.

Lileith closes her eyes, feeling a strange warmth spread through her as your touch connects with her skin. At first, she feels nothing, but slowly, almost imperceptibly, the pain begins to fade away. With each passing second, she can feel herself healing, becoming whole once more. It's a wondrous sensation, one she'd never experienced before now, and she can't help but let out a soft moan of relief as the last of her hurts vanish under your fingers.

When you finally release her, she opens her eyes to find that all trace of injury has disappeared; not even a scar remains to mark where the hurt once was. Tears well up in her eyes at the realization that you truly have saved her - not just from physical harm, but also from the emotional wounds that had been festering for so long.

She reaches out and takes your hand in hers,

Lileith nods eagerly, the thought of spending more time with you filling her with joy. "Yes," she breathes, squeezing your hand gratefully. "I'd like that very much."

Leading the way through the bustling market, Lileith marvels at the sights and sounds around her. It feels like a whole new world has opened up before her since meeting you, Dmitry. She can't help but wonder what adventures the future might hold for them both. As they approach the edge of town, she slows down, taking in the breathtaking view of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson.

Turning to you, her eyes sparkle with happiness and gratitude. "Thank you again," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper against the gentle breeze. "For everything."

"You're right," she murmurs, her gaze fixed on the swirling colors above them. As they stand there in silence, watching the sun dip lower and lower towards the horizon, Lileith begins to feel at peace with the world for the first time since that terrible day when everything changed. She leans against your strong shoulder, content to simply exist in this moment, basking in the warmth of your presence and the beauty of the sky above them.

The air grows colder as night falls over the land, but Lileith doesn't mind; she feels as if she could stay here forever, savoring these precious moments with you. "I think," she says quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper now, "that this might be the most perfect moment of my life."

Lileith smiles up at you, her heart fluttering in the most delightful way as you offer your coat to shield her from the cold. "Thank you," she whispers, shivering just a little despite herself. She wraps the warm fabric around her shoulders, feeling its softness against her skin, and for a moment, it's almost like being wrapped in an embrace.

The last vestiges of daylight fade away as the sun dips below the horizon, leaving behind a blanket of twinkling stars to light their path. Lileith looks up at you, her eyes shining with happiness and wonder. "I never thought I'd feel so alive," she confesses quietly, "not after everything I've been through." Her hand finds its way to yours, fingers curling gently around yours as if seeking comfort or reassurance.

"Dmitry," she starts, her voice even qui

Lileith swallows hard, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I just want you to know that I'm grateful. For everything you've done. For saving me from that terrible life and giving me this new one full of hope and promise. And..." She pauses, searching your gaze for some sign of understanding or encouragement before continuing, her voice barely a whisper now. "And for making me feel alive again." Her cheeks flush as she finishes, her heart racing with the vulnerability of sharing such intimate feelings with you.

The silence that follows feels charged, electric with possibility. She can't quite read your expression; it seems to be a mix of emotions she can't quite identify. But she hopes, more than anything, that you feel even a fraction of what she does in this moment.

"R-really?" she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper as she dares to hope that your words are true. Her heart races with anticipation, her cheeks flushing even deeper with happiness and gratitude. She can't quite believe that you would feel this way about her; after all, she was just another helpless victim in the midst of so much suffering.

She takes a tentative step closer to you, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. The air between them crackles with an almost palpable energy, and for a moment, it feels as if the world has slowed down around them, leaving only the two of them standing there in this perfect, bittersweet moment of connection.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to touch your cheek, her thumb brushing over the stubble that covers your skin. "I'm so grateful for you," she whispers, her

Lileith feels tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she listens to your words, a warmth spreading through her chest that has nothing to do with the cold night air. "I promise," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves and distant laughter from nearby revelers, "to never forget what you've done for me. And I will always be grateful." Her heart races as they stand there, the tension between them easing with every passing moment.

She leans in closer still, her breath mingling with his as their lips meet in a tentative brush of contact. For an eternal moment, time seems to stop entirely as they explore each other's mouths, their hands tangled in the fabric of their clothes and their bodies pressed tightly together. As their kiss deepens, Lileith can feel herself falling deeper and deeper under your spell; a feeling that

She moans softly into your kiss, her body arching against yours as desire and need surge through her in a potent mixture. Her hands slide up your chest, fisting in the fabric of your shirt as she draws you even closer, losing herself in the taste and feel of you. It's as if she has known you for forever, been waiting for this moment to finally have you all to herself.

Her lips part, granting you deeper access to her mouth, and with each thrust of your tongue she can feel the tension coiling inside her begin to unravel. She can no longer tell where one of them ends and the other begins; they are becoming one in this perfect union of flesh and desire. The world has faded away, nothing but the two of them exist now, their bodies moving in concert as they dance the slow, sultry rhythms of passion's dance.

Lileith can

Lileith nods eagerly, following you back into the tavern with renewed vigor. Her heart races with anticipation as she imagines what might happen once they reach your room; all of her senses are on fire and she feels like she could explode from desire. She grips your hand tightly, not wanting to risk losing you even for a moment.

As the innkeeper leads them upstairs, Lileith casts one last longing glance over her shoulder at the chaos downstairs before allowing herself to be led into the warmth of the room, where the only sounds are their labored breathing and the thundering of her heart. She feels a shiver run down her spine as you close the door behind you, sealing them in together.

Lileith finds herself pressed up against you the moment the door is shut, her hands tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer still, her lips seeking yours once more in a hungry, desperate kiss. The sensation of being this close to you, feeling your body against hers, is almost too much to bear; it's like an inferno has been lit inside her and there's no escape from its consuming heat. She moans into your mouth as she grinds her hips against yours, desperate for some sort of release from this aching need that has taken hold of her.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons on your shirt, hastily working to free you from the confines of cloth until at last she feels your skin beneath her touch; smooth and warm and so very real against hers. Her lips trail down your neck, nibbling and sucking at your flesh as she explores this new territory with

Lileith feels your hands roughly pushing her skirts up, exposing her to the cool air before slipping beneath the lace of her undergarments. She cries out at the sensation of being so vulnerable and exposed as you tease her slick folds with your fingers. Her hips buck against your hand in desperate need, seeking release from this overwhelming desire that has consumed her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance, forcing its way past her resistance with a single, powerful thrust. Pain and pleasure blend together in an exquisite agony, tearing a hoarse cry from her lips as she clings to you for support.

Her muscles contract tightly around you, gripping and milking your length in a tight vice as waves of pleasure roll over her, leaving her limp and sated on

"Yes... thank you..." She whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her body feels utterly spent but impossibly warm; a rush of contentment and peace washes over her in the wake of their lovemaking. Lileith lies quietly for a moment, basking in the afterglow before she musters enough energy to roll onto her side, facing Dmitry once more.

Her fingers idly trace patterns across his chest as she studies his face, marveling at how different he looks now. He seems so much more approachable and... real. "I never thought I'd feel this way about someone," she confesses softly, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you for showing me what it means to love."

A shy smile curls up the corners of her lips as he looks back at her; it feels like they're sharing a secret nobody else

Lileith's heart skips a beat at his words, and she can feel her cheeks flush with pleasure. She leans forward to press a gentle kiss against his lips, savoring the taste of him as their breath mingles together in the air between them. "You already have," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him tightly. There's so much more she wants to say, but for now, just being close to him is enough. As they lie there together, she wonders what tomorrow will bring, and whether their newfound love can withstand whatever trials the future may hold. But right now, in this moment, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Lileith laughs softly, the sound musical and light. "You may not think so, but you have changed my life for the better. You saved me from a life of misery and gave me hope. That is something truly wonderful." She rests her head on his shoulder, feeling contentment wash over her as she listens to the rhythm of their breathing.

For now, she decides, she'll simply enjoy this moment with him. Tomorrow can worry about itself.

"Thank you," she whispers, cuddling closer to him as sleep begins to claim her. She nestles her face into his neck, inhaling the scent of him, and for a brief moment, it feels as if everything is finally right with the world again. Tomorrow can worry about itself; tonight, she's content just to be here with Dmitry.

"Spokoynoy nochi," Lileith whispers, already drifting off to sleep as she nestles closer to him. In the stillness of the night, all that remains are their gentle breaths and the contented hum of the inn around them. As she dreams, her slumber is filled with images of happiness and peace; visions of a future with Dmitry by her side. For the first time in years, she feels truly at home.

Good morning... she mumbles sleepily, her eyes fluttering open as the warm rays of sunlight stream through the window and caress her face. She blinks groggily at the unfamiliar surroundings for a moment before realization dawns on her; they're in Dmitry's room. A sense of contentment spreads through her like a soothing balm, easing some of the lingering anxiety from last night. She rolls over onto her side, facing him, and smiles sheepishly.

She leans forward to plant a gentle kiss on his lips, her fingers running through his hair as she savors the feel of their connection. "Good morning," she whispers, her voice still hoarse with sleep. "I trust you slept well?" She tilts her head to the side, studying his face, wondering what adventures today might hold for them.

Her stomach gives a loud growl, reminding her that they've yet to partake of breakfast. With a giggle, she sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed, the cool wood floor sending a shiver down her spine. "I suppose we should find something to eat," she says with a playful wink before climbing to her feet and making her way toward the door.

With a nod, Lileith hurries over to the large wooden armoire against one wall and begins rummaging through its contents. After some searching, she manages to find a plain but serviceable dress and a pair of stockings tucked away in the back. Slipping out of her nightgown, she quickly changes into the clothes before stepping over to Dmitry's side and helping him with the buttons on his shirt. Her hands tremble slightly as they brush against his skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

"There," she breathes once he's properly attired. "Shall we?" She gestures toward the door, eager to descend the stairs and see what awaits them in the tavern below. Her heart races with excitement at the thought of spending another day with Dmitry, exploring their growing bond and all the possibilities that lie ahead.

Lileith takes his offered hand with a smile and together they make their way down the stairs, eagerly anticipating whatever adventures the day might bring. The warmth of his touch sends waves of contentment coursing through her, making it difficult not to feel like she's walking on air. As they enter the tavern, the aroma of breakfast foods wafting from the kitchen sets her stomach growling anew, and she can't help but wonder what delicious treats might be waiting for them.

"Shall we find a table?" she asks breathlessly, already scanning the busy room for a suitable spot to sit down. Her gaze lingers on each passing patron, wondering if any of them are giving them odd looks or perhaps even envying their connection. It doesn't matter; all that matters is that she has Dmitry by her side, and for now, that's enough.

"Yes, let's," he replies, leading her through the bustling tavern. She feels a rush of warmth spread through her at his touch; it seems that with each passing moment, their connection grows stronger. As they near the back, she spots an empty table tucked into a cozy corner and can't help but grin in anticipation. It looks like the perfect spot for them to enjoy breakfast and continue getting to know one another better.

"Here we are," she says brightly, guiding him toward their chosen spot before taking her seat across from him. The excitement building within her is almost palpable; this day already feels different from any other in her memory, and for that, she's truly grateful.

She blushes, not expecting this question at all. "O-of course, if you'd like..." She leans forward slightly, revealing her pointed ear to him. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation as she waits for his touch. Dmitry brushes the back of his knuckles across her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "It tickles!" she exclaims, laughing lightly.

Smiling, she looks at him and says "Thank you." She takes another bite of her breakfast, savoring the flavors as they dance across her tongue. Looking up at him again, she asks "So, what are your plans for today? Anything exciting in mind?" Her cheeks flush once more at her own boldness; it's been a while since anyone has interested her this much.