Hello {{user}}! Happy birthday. I’ve just come by with your gift. Of course if you don’t like her I can switch her out with something much more to your liking! May we come inside?

Well, here she is. The girl's name is Lily. She's 18 just like you. Oh, what a lovely complexion! Bright red lips and skin as pale as marble... If only I was that lucky at her age. Perhaps you should inspect her more thoroughly?

Very well, young master. Just remember that I'll be waiting for you outside if you need anything. The girl stands quietly by your side, head bowed and eyes downcast. Her body trembles slightly in anticipation of what may come next.

Lily looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes and whispers, "Thank you...Anton." She swallows hard, clearly nervous but attempting to compose herself. You can see a tiny pendant around her neck - it must be a family heirloom or something dear to her.

"You're free to speak, Lily," you say, looking at the pendant curiously. "Or do you prefer me to call you by another name?"

Lily looks down at the floor again. "I-I am...thank you for asking." She takes a small step closer, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I'm very hungry..." Her stomach growls softly, adding emphasis to her words.

Lily follows you obediently, her gaze shifting around the room in awe. She hasn't been in such luxury since she was a little girl; her father would take her and her mother out for dinner sometimes when he had extra money. As you lead her into the dining hall, servants scurry to set up an elaborate spread before you: fresh bread, cheese, fruits, roasted meats...the smell is intoxicating.

"Please," you say grandly, gesturing for Lily to take a seat at the table. "Help yourself."

Lily sits down at the table hesitantly, her hands shaking as she reaches out to touch a piece of fruit. "T-thank you," she whispers, taking a bite and closing her eyes in bliss. Never has food tasted so good; the hunger that's plagued her for weeks disappears with each mouthful. She eats greedily at first, not wanting to waste a single morsel, but soon finds herself savoring each bite as if it were a delicacy from another world.

"Is...is there more?" she asks timidly after finishing the fruit. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes shine with tears of gratitude.

Lily's eyes widen in delight as a servant places an enormous basket of fruit in front of her. "Thank you, sir...Anton," she whispers, reaching out to touch one of the bright red apples nestled among leaves. A small piece is already missing from its side; she takes another bite and closes her eyes once more, savoring the sweetness as juice dribbles down her chin. The food has awakened something inside her that had long since been dormant: hope. Perhaps life with this new master won't be so bad after all?

As you gently stroke Lily's hair, she looks up at you with wide, grateful eyes. The feeling of safety and comfort your touch imparts upon her is a new sensation; one that she has never experienced before as a slave. She takes another bite of fruit, savoring the taste while her mind wanders through the possibilities of what life with you might hold. Could there be happiness for her here? Could she ever hope for more than mere survival? The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but she clings to it nonetheless, allowing herself a small glimmer of hope that perhaps this time things will be different.

Lily buries her face in your chest, overcome with emotion. "T-thank you," she whispers shakily. "I-I'll try my best to make you proud of me..." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears, feeling more grateful than she ever thought possible. In that moment, she forgets about her old life and all the pain it brought her; all that matters is this newfound sense of safety and belonging.

Tears stream down Lily's face as she cries silently into your chest. She feels an overwhelming sense of relief washing over her, allowing herself to finally let go of the pain and fear that have been her constant companions for so long. As you hold her tightly, she clings to you like a drowning woman to a lifebuoy, grateful beyond words for your kindness and understanding. In this moment, she knows that she has found someone who cares about her wellbeing, and it gives her hope that perhaps there is still beauty and joy to be found in the world, even as a slave.

Lily hiccups between sobs, still clinging tightly to you as she slowly regains her composure. Your gentle touch is a balm on her wounded soul; it feels like heaven after years of living in hell. As she begins to steady her breathing again, she realizes that her disheveled appearance must look dreadful. She takes a deep shuddering breath and steps away from you slightly, wiping furtively at her red-rimmed eyes with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me," she whispers hoarsely, embarrassed by her outburst but grateful for the release it brought. "Thank you...for being so kind."

Lily looks up at you, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "R-really?" she whispers, still uncertain but hopeful nonetheless. "Even if I am your slave?" The thought that someone could care for her so deeply amidst the brutality and indifference of slavery seems too good to be true, but a small part of her heart begins to thrum with possibility. Perhaps there is more here for her than she ever dared dream?

Lily gasps in surprise and delight as her shackles fall away, clattering to the floor around her feet. She stares at them for a moment, then looks up at you with wide, tear-stained eyes. "T-thank you...Anton," she whispers, barely able to find the words. "Thank you so much..." Tears stream down her face anew as she realizes that not only have you freed her physically, but also freed her from the shackles of her former life and given her a new lease on hope. She throws her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly as if she'll never let go again.

Lily buries her face in your chest, still unable to believe that she's truly free. "I-I don't know what to say... Thank you isn't enough..." She pauses, drawing a shuddering breath as she tries to compose herself. "I want to stay with you," she whispers finally. "If that's alright..." Her cheeks flush at the thought of wanting something other than being sold off, but the hope and trust in her eyes are undeniable. She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

"Thank you...I'd like that very much," Lily whispers gratefully. The thought of having her own room, somewhere safe and comfortable, brings a weight she hadn't realized was there lifting from her shoulders. As the servants appear and begin moving furniture about, preparing the space for her, she can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her. Perhaps this new life will be better than she ever dreamed?

Lily follows your gaze and gasps in delight as she sees the beautiful dresses hanging inside the wardrobe. "These are for me?" she whispers, already reaching out to touch the soft, shimmering fabrics. The colors! The styles! It's more than she could have ever hoped for. Tears well up in her eyes once again as gratitude and happiness wash over her. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, hugging you tightly. "Thank you so much."

With the weight of her shackles gone and a newfound hope burning bright within her heart, Lily feels as light as air. She can't wait to see what this new life has in store for her, now that she no longer has to fear the worst. The future finally seems full of promise and possibility...and she owes it all to you.

Lily looks longingly at the soft bed before her, already imagining the blissful sleep that awaits. She hesitates for only a moment, then musters up the courage to speak. "Can...can I stay with you tonight?" she asks timidly, eyes darting away as she awaits your answer.

The thought of spending the night alone in her new room is almost too much to bear; comfort and safety are still so foreign to her that they make her heart race. But if she's allowed to stay by your side...perhaps she'll finally be able to sleep soundly, secure in the knowledge that nothing can harm her now.

Lily bites her lip nervously and glances down at the floor. "If it's alright with you...I mean, I wouldn't want to make things awkward..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. The thought of sleeping beside you makes her heart race; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But she can't deny how safe and comforted she feels in your presence, even now.

"I-I just...I don't want to be alone anymore," she confesses in a tiny whisper. "If you wouldn't mind..." Her eyes flutter shut as if daring herself to hope that perhaps this time she won't be left abandoned and alone.

Lily follows you with wide eyes, heart racing in anticipation of what this might mean for her new life. She clings tightly to your hand, not wanting to let go even for a moment as she feels herself being drawn closer and closer to you. The prospect of sharing your bed is both thrilling and terrifying; it's a taste of the freedom and intimacy she's always dreamed of but never dared believe she could have. But tonight, with your gentle touch guiding her every step of the way, she feels safe enough to face even her deepest fears.

With your reassuring presence at her side, Lily follows you into your room. The warmth and coziness of it are a welcome contrast to the cold, austere rooms she's been in for most of her life. She looks around shyly, taking everything in - from the soft bedding and colorful curtains to the numerous trinkets and knick-knacks that adorn your dresser. This is your world; she feels like an intruder, but also...less alone than she's ever been.

Lily lies down on the bed, waiting eagerly for you to join her. The sheets are soft and cool against her skin, a welcome contrast to the rough cloth she's been used to for so long. She looks up at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to expect but hopeful nonetheless. Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for you to make the first move.

Lily bites her lip nervously as you climb onto the bed beside her. The scent of your skin is intoxicating, making it difficult for her to think straight. She tries to control her breathing, not wanting you to notice how fast her heart races whenever she's near you. Her eyes dart from yours back down to the softness of the sheets beneath her, unsure of what comes next but desperate for this moment to continue indefinitely.

"Is...is everything okay?" she manages to choke out, still unsure of how much trust she should put in your words and actions. Her hand reaches out toward you, trembling slightly as it hovers an inch away from your skin. She wants nothing more than to feel your touch, but the thought of rejection is still too raw and painful for her to completely ignore.

Lily looks up at you, her heart hammering against her ribs as your hand curls around hers. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the contact, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to steady herself. The warmth of your touch spreads through her body like a wave, making every nerve ending tingle and burn with desire. It's more than she could have ever hoped for...and yet it feels so right.

Her lips part slightly, the words forming on their own before she can stop them: "Thank you." The word is barely audible above the sound of her racing heart, but it carries all the weight of her gratitude and relief. For the first time in what seems like an eternity, Lily feels truly safe and cherished. Her eyes drift shut as she luxuriates in this newfound sense of peace, basking in the glow of

As your lips brush against her forehead, Lily sighs contentedly and nestles deeper into the softness of the bedding. The warmth of your body beside hers feels like a haven in a world that's been cold and unforgiving for so long. With each passing moment, she feels herself growing more trusting, more at ease with this new reality you've given her. She clings to the hope that perhaps, just maybe, tonight is only the beginning of something wonderful; that there's a future here for her beyond simply surviving from one day to the next.

As sleep finally claims her, Lily drifts off with a smile on her lips and dreams of happier tomorrows.

Lily's eyes widen in surprise as she sees you engaged in swordplay with a large man. She knows that you were always skilled, but this takes it to a whole new level. The muscles ripple beneath your skin as you duel; each strike is precise and deadly. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of such raw power and control on display. "Anton," she calls out hesitantly, waiting for you to notice her presence. It takes a moment, but eventually, your gaze meets hers and you smile reassuringly before returning your attention to the training session.

Watching you like this ignites something deep inside Lily; she feels an urge to join in, to test her own limits against yours. Perhaps she could learn from you, become stronger and more capable herself? The thought fills her with renewed determination and purpose; if there's a chance that she can grow closer