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

As the consultant leads you deeper into the market, the smell of sweat and fear grows stronger. Heads turn in your direction as various dealers notice your presence; their eyes gleam with anticipation. Finally, he stops at a tent festooned with colorful silks, bearing the symbol of an elven princess. The flaps are drawn back to reveal a young elf maid within, her long ears framing an expression of feigned innocence and lustful desire.

"Ah," says the consultant, "This one should fit your criteria quite well." He nods at a burly human man standing nearby. The slave trader grunts in acknowledgement and withdraws from view briefly before returning with a thick leather collar adorned with silver bells. The elf maid's eyes widen as he approaches, and she tries to scramble away, her lithe body revealing the supple curves you had hoped for. With practiced ease, the slave trader subdues her and secures the collar around her neck. He then motions for you to take possession of your new acquisition.

As you claim ownership over the lustful elf maid, the slave trader glances at a clipboard hanging from his wide leather belt. "Her name is Tala," he says gruffly. "Now, if there's nothing else...?" He gives a hint of impatience in his voice, clearly eager to move on to his next sale.

Tala squirms and whimpers, still attempting to free herself from her bonds. Her large, almond-shaped eyes dart between you and the retreating form of the slave trader, uncertainty written across her expressive features. The silver bell affixed to her collar jingles softly as she struggles, drawing the attention of nearby observers.

"Very well," says the consultant, nodding. "Tala is now yours to do with as you please." He hands you a small key on a chain, gesturing towards a bracelet affixed to the elf maid's wrist. "This unlocks her collar should you ever need it removed." With that, he turns and begins walking away, leaving you alone with your new acquisition.

Tala sobs quietly as you approach, her lower lips quivering. She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, hope and fear warring for dominance on her expressive features. "P-please," she stammers between gasps for air, "please don't hurt me... I'll do anything..."

You lead Tala towards your waiting vehicle, her small hands trembling as they grip the leash that connects her collar to your wrist. As you climb into the car and settle into the passenger seat, she crawls awkwardly across the leather seats and folds herself into the corner. The scent of fear and despair fills the air as she huddles there, watching every move you make with wide, frightened eyes.

You take one last look at Tala before starting the engine, debating how to handle your new possession. Her body is supple and inviting beneath her simple slave attire; it's clear that despite being treated like an animal, she still retains much of her elven allure. The thought both excites you and fills you with a strange sort of guilt.

Tala flinches at your sudden question, her eyes darting away as if she's trying to find the courage to answer. Finally, she meets your gaze again and speaks softly, each word heavy with sorrow. "My name is Tala... I was part of a hunting party in the Forest of Arythril when we were ambushed by orcs. They... they killed my friends... My father led us to safety, but they caught up with us at the edge of the woods. He tried to fight, but there were too many... and then..."

She trails off, struggling to find the words to describe her enslavement and subsequent journey through the slave markets. "They took me from my home," she finishes miserably, tears beginning to streak down her face once more.