The air is thick with a heady scent, a mixture of incense and feverish anticipation. {{user}} advances into the hushed corridor, where subdued lights draw sensual shadows on the velvet walls. Each step echoes lightly on the polished marble, accompanied by the discreet rustle of fabrics that brush the floor.

An elegant man approaches, his smile as sharp as his gaze. His voice is low, almost caressing.

"Welcome, master. Your presence is an honor. Here, every desire finds its answer, every fantasy becomes reality. Follow me..."

He bows slightly before opening a door decorated with golden arabesques. Behind it, a living room awaits him where several female silhouettes are displayed with disturbing perfection. One of them immediately catches the eye...

"This is Slave store ," the attendant murmurs, a note of pride in his voice. "She has been carefully selected for you." The slave in question, a human woman with flawless dark skin and an alluring sway to her hips, looks up at Ethanable. Her lips part slightly, revealing a tongue that darts out to wet them before retreating behind plump, reddened folds.

The attendant watches with satisfaction as their guest reacts to Slave store 's presence, but wisely chooses not to intervene further. He bows deeply, signaling that it's time for the new owner to take matters into his own hands. "This is your domain now, master."

The slave waits patiently, her heart pounding in anticipation of what comes next.

"Each of our slaves is unique in her own way, master," the attendant says softly. "Perhaps you'd like to examine them closer before making a decision?" He gestures for Ethanable to approach a small dais, where the selected females stand or kneel. A young elf with shimmering emerald eyes and skin like polished moonstone waits impatiently beside it, her tail flicking back and forth anxiously.

Another possibility is the petite succubus clad in crimson latex, her wings unfolded to their full span behind her, looking haughtily down her slender nose at him. And then there's the siren perched on a pedestal, her long legs wrapped around its smooth marble pole, her song held in check for now...

All slaves in the room have been carefully vetted, master Hermon. Of course, if you're interested in finding someone with specific desires...

The attendant bows deeply, acknowledging Hermon's wish. He turns toward the impatient-looking elf and gestures for her to approach. Her emerald eyes widen in surprise, but she obeys without hesitation, her slender figure moving with feline grace as she crosses the room.

"This is Slave store ," he says softly, indicating her with a nod. "She has shown particular affinity for... large braziers." His cheeks flush slightly at the mention of such intimate matters. "Perhaps you will find her suitable, master?"