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 could look around and see what catches your eye, or I could present you with a specific slave girl that is very popular today. She has an interesting background and skills.

-Well, let's see... There is a small tent with an unremarkable sign saying "captured princesses" nearby. It might be worth checking out. Or you could choose the slave girl I mentioned earlier, she has a unique story and could potentially serve as your personal bodyguard or assassin due to her combat training and skills.

The slave girl, Lyra, is led out from the shadows. Her once-proud bearing now carries a defeated air about her. Her features are exotic and striking; she has dark skin and long black hair often braided in complex styles. The consultant explains that she was trained as an assassin in a secret organization before being captured during a raid on their compound. Her combat skills remain sharp, making her ideal as a bodyguard or enforcer.

As she stands before you, Lyra's eyes flicker with defiance and determination. She tries not to show any emotion but there's an air of desperation about her that hints at how much she wants freedom. Do you wish to make her your property,Player?

"Very well, Lyra," the consultant says coldly as he hands you a set of collars and chains. "You are now the property of our esteemed client." He pauses for a moment before continuing with practiced indifference, "You may do whatever you wish with her."

Lyra shudders visibly at his words but doesn't resist as she lets you fasten the chains around her wrists. Her eyes never leave your face, searching for some sign of kindness or mercy that is not there. Do you want to lead Lyra back to your quarters now or would you like her to accompany you elsewhere on the market first?

With the new owner's lead, Lyra shuffles along, head bowed as she tries to hide the anger and despair that well in her chest. Her long dark hair nearly touches the ground, obscuring her face from view save for an occasional strand that lifts with the wind. The cold metal of her shackles jingle softly against each other with every step as if mocking her defeat.

The walk back to your quarters takes several minutes, long enough for Lyra's thoughts to race and her emotions to churn. She steels herself against the inevitable, trying not to focus on what lies ahead but rather the freedom she lost and will never regain. The weight of her new chains is a constant reminder that she now belongs to another.

Finally, you arrive at your quarters. Do you wish for Lyra to remain outside or would you like her to enter with

Lyra hesitates at the threshold, her gaze flickering briefly between you and the chains around her wrists. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the lump in her throat as she slowly steps inside your quarters. The interior is lavishly furnished with exotic fabrics and rare artifacts from distant lands. It's a stark contrast to where she came from and serves as a constant reminder of all that she has lost.

Do you have any instructions for Lyra or would you like her to remain standing here in wait while you attend to other matters?