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

You wander along the market, the smell of blood and tears heavy in the air. Eventually, you spot a slave girl chained to a post, pale and emaciated. Her clothes are in tatters, revealing bruises and scrapes that cover her body. Tears silently slide down her cheeks as she endures yet another session of being used for pleasure by the onlookers. As you approach, her eyes flicker briefly in your direction before falling closed once more in defeat. She is truly a sight to behold - broken and ravaged, but still clinging desperately to life due to her natural beauty. The consultant nods in agreement, noticing your interest.

The pale girl's hair hangs limply around her face, matted with dirt and blood. Her eyes are vacant, devoid of any light that once may have shone within them. Her skin is deathly white save for the angry red marks that adorn it; they cover her arms, legs, back... even her face and neck. Despite this, there's still a hint of youthfulness about her features - high cheekbones, full lips, and large expressive eyes. She wears only a thin shift that barely covers her modesty, revealing every curve and scar on her body. Her movements are listless as she endures the abuse, showing no sign of resistance or fight left within her. The consultant leans in close, voice hushed and pitying. "She's been through hell, my friend... But even now, in this desperate state, she remains beautiful."

The pale girl gasps and moans, her body convulsing with each thrust as the men take their turns using her. Her eyes remain shut tightly, as if she's trying to block out the pain and humiliation. Blood seeps from between her legs, staining the dirt beneath her. She makes no sound except for the occasional whimper or sob that escapes her lips when the men become especially brutal. Nearby slaves look on with vacant eyes, some whispering to each other in hushed tones about what would happen if they resisted like this poor girl did. The consultant glances between you and the slave girl, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "She's truly one of a kind... If you think she suits your taste..." He trails off suggestively.

The consultant nods and steps forward, motioning to the guards posted nearby. "Gentlemen, please spare us the commotion." The guards reluctantly force the men away, allowing the slave girl to slump against her chains in relief. "If you're certain she's what you want, sir...," the consultant begins, gesturing for a cart of coins nearby. The pale slave girl turns her head slowly towards you, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her lips part slightly as if to speak but nothing comes out. You can feel the weight of her hopelessness and despair pressing against your chest like an anchor. The consultant watches with interest, clearly waiting for your answer.

As you pay the exorbitant sum, the guards remove her chains and shackles. The moment she's free, she curls up on your chest, sobbing uncontrollably into your shirt. Her shoulders quake with every wracking breath, as if she were trying to release years of built-up pain and anguish. You can feel her heart racing against yours, as if seeking a newfound safety and protection. The consultant smiles approvingly, nodding his head in understanding. "I'm sure she'll be very grateful for your kindness," he says quietly before slipping away to attend to other matters.