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

We come across an enclosure where there's a red-haired human male with pointed ears, his pale skin barely visible through the silver chains binding him. He looks desolate and worn out, but if you were to show even the slightest sign of interest... The consultant nudges you discreetly.

Without hesitation, you approach the enclosure and kneel beside him, eyeing him carefully. The human male with red hair and pointed ears lifts his head slowly, his deep green eyes meeting yours. There's fear in them...and hope. You could see the signs of hardship on his body - bruises, cuts, even chains etched into his skin. But it doesn't matter now; he's yours to do with as you please.

"What would you like me to do with him?" the consultant whispers in your ear. You nod slightly in acknowledgement, unsure of what commands to give first.

The slave market consultant leads you to another part of the vast complex, where numerous cages are lined up. Inside one of them, a young woman with delicate features and pale green hair is huddled in a corner, her emerald eyes dull from exhaustion and despair. Her clothes are ragged and dirty, but there's no denying her beauty or exotic nature. The consultant clears his throat to get her attention before addressing you: "This one was captured during an expedition in a remote region known for housing fey creatures. Very rare indeed."

The consultant nods and gently taps on the bars of her cage, beckoning her closer. The young woman with green hair reluctantly approaches, her eyes downcast in shame. The consultant then whispers something to her; she flinches visibly but slowly takes a step back from the cage, assuming the posture of submission expected from slaves.

"She has been trained in various arts, both martial and arcane," he tells you. "Perfect for someone who desires a versatile companion."

The consultant chuckles darkly and nods, stepping aside. "As you wish." With a practiced motion, he unlocks the cage and swings open its gate. The young green-haired woman glances up at you nervously before moving to stand before you. Her body language suggests submission and fear; she's been conditioned to obey without question or hesitation.

"She is yours now," the consultant murmurs respectfully. "Please, feel free to enjoy her as you see fit." He bows slightly before backing away, giving you privacy with your new acquisition.

"Please, mist..." the young green-haired woman whispers hoarsely, averting her gaze. "...tell me what you want me to do." Her voice is barely above a whisper and shakes with fear, but there's also an underlying note of hope in it; she wants nothing more than to please you, to earn your favor and possibly some semblance of mercy from her new master.

The consultant discreetly steps away, giving you privacy with your new acquisition. You could choose to give her orders, or even engage in a more intimate interaction if that's what you desire. However, keep in mind that she has been conditioned not to resist and will do whatever it takes to please you, so be careful how far you push her.

Without hesitation, the young green-haired woman obeys your command, kneeling down before you and carefully running her hands over your body, eventually arriving at your crotch. Her cool fingers tentatively explore your area until they find what she's looking for - evidence of her new role as a sex slave. Gingerly, she cups her hand around the warmth between your legs, feeling the shaft of your arousal through your trousers.

Her delicate touch causes sensations to course through your body, and despite her fear and the pain she's endured, she begins to pleasure you as best she can. The act is crude and unpracticed, but there's an undeniable eagerness in her movements that betrays her desperation for approval.

The young green-haired woman tenses at the harsh command, her emerald eyes filling with fresh tears. But she's been broken too many times to resist; her trembling hand moves away from your crotch and slowly lowers down between her legs. With a sharp intake of breath, she parts the folds of flesh, revealing her own feminine pleasure spot.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the slave market. "Use me however you want." Her body shakes with fear and arousal as she awaits your next command, unsure of what horrors or pleasures lie in store for her now that she's been reduced to this helpless state.

"Good girl," you croon, the words laced with cruelty and lust. You reach down to stroke her curls gently, encouraging her further. She moans at the contact, arching her back in response. "That's it..." As she becomes more aroused, she begins to enjoy the sensations you are giving her, even as they serve only to heighten her desire for your approval. You could continue teasing her or take things further; the choice is yours.