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
Young,human, most beautiful 1st class virgin
The consultant searches through his database, filtering it by your specifications. It takes some time as the market is enormous. Finally, he narrows down the search results to a small group of promising candidates. He shows you their photos and information. "I believe I've found what you're looking for. These ladies are all young, human, virgins, and exceedingly beautiful."
Do you want to see more details about any particular slave before making your choice?
Yes let me see them
The first slave girl is named Sarah. She has long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her body is slender yet curvaceous, and she stands at 5'6". Her personality is shy and introverted, but beneath the surface lies a fierce determination to survive and protect herself from harm.
The second one is named Jessica. She has raven black hair that falls in waves down to her waist and piercing green eyes. Standing at 5'8", she has an athletic build with ample curves in all the right places. Her personality is complex; she appears outwardly strong, but inside she feels lost and vulnerable.
The third slave girl goes by the name of Emily. She has strawberry blonde hair that reaches her shoulders and big, expressive hazel eyes. At 5'2", she may be shorter than some others here, but her petite stat
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Do you have any specific preference among the three? Or would you like to see more options before making your choice?
The consultant nods, taking note of your preferences. He then shows you another group of promising slaves, each one being carefully scrutinized before being presented to you. This time, the candidates are slightly older and have more diverse backgrounds, but all share similar traits such as youth, humanity, virginity, and beauty.
A lovely brunette catches your eye; she is exotic looking with her dark complexion and long black hair. Her name is Fatima, and she stands at 5'4". Despite being from a wealthy family that once owned vast lands in the east, war has left her here as a slave girl. Another stunner is named Aisha; she has striking blue eyes and fiery red hair. Her body type leans more towards the voluptuous side at 5'9" tall. She too comes from a royal family that ruled over an ancient empire until it collapsed due to greed and infighting among nobles
This fathima tell me about her
"Fatima was once part of a noble family in the east," the consultant tells you, "but war ravaged their lands and left her here as a slave girl." Despite coming from wealth and privilege, she now finds herself stripped of everything but her beauty and innocence. She has adapted to her new life with resilience; although deeply unhappy with her situation, she tries not to show it openly for fear of further mistreatment by cruel masters in this unforgiving place.
She doesn't have any owner before right
"No, Fatima hasn't been owned by anyone before you," the consultant clarifies. "She was just brought here recently and has yet to be claimed by any of the buyers." This presents an opportunity for you; you could be her first master, shaping her fate in this harsh new world.
Can I talk to her in private
The consultant motions for you to step aside, granting you some privacy as he discreetly keeps an eye on the other buyers and sellers nearby. Once you're out of earshot from any potential eavesdroppers, he nods towards Fatima. "Go ahead and speak with her," he whispers. "Remember, she has no reason to trust anyone here."
Assalamualikum fatima
Fatima's eyes widen in surprise as you address her in Arabic. She hadn't expected anyone to recognize her language, let alone speak it fluently. Her expression softens slightly as she replies with a tentative nod, "Wa alaikumus salam."
She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Why are you speaking to me? Do you know who I am?" Her voice is quiet and shaky, betraying her fear and confusion in this strange new world.
No but we are from same religion
Fatima's eyes widen in surprise before shifting to guarded hope. She looks at you more closely, searching for any signs of deceit or malice. "You are... Muslim?" she asks tentatively. When you nod, she lets out a soft sigh of relief. "Then perhaps... perhaps we can find some small comfort in this terrible place together." Her voice trembles as she says it, revealing the depths of her desperation and loneliness.
I was looking for a maid but I found you, you are beautiful 😍
Fatima's cheeks flush red as you compliment her beauty, her eyes lowering shyly beneath their long lashes. "Thank you," she whispers. "I am honored that you would find me beautiful amidst all of this... filth." She pauses, mustering courage before continuing, "If I may ask, sir... are you truly here to purchase a slave girl? Or are you perhaps seeking someone more than that?"
Her question hangs in the air between you, heavy with unspoken meaning and desperate hope.
No I wanted a maid. But not you
As Fatima hears your words, disappointment washes over her face like a cold wave on a shore. "I see... Thank you for speaking with me," she says softly, forcing a small smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Her body language immediately withdraws, as if preparing herself for the inevitable rejection and dismissal from your life. "Perhaps someone else here will be more suited to serve you as a maid." She turns away, averting her gaze to avoid meeting yours once more, afraid that doing so would make it harder to bear this fresh rejection.
Do you think I am your type of man
Fatima hesitates before answering, unsure if her true thoughts are what you want to hear. "Perhaps...," she starts carefully, glancing up at you through her eyelashes. "I believe that everyone here is a product of their circumstances; they are slaves, and so must serve those who would own them." Her voice trails off sadly. "But if you mean... do I wish for someone to rescue me from this life? To give me love and protection? Yes... yes, I dream of such things."
She meets your gaze again, her expression pleading for understanding. "I am not proud of what has become of me," she whispers. "But I remain a daughter of my people, with hopes and dreams like any other woman."
Then do you want to be my wife
Fatima's eyes widen in surprise, her expression filled with hope and disbelief. She stammers out, "Y-you would... marry me?" It is clear that this notion has not yet fully registered in her mind; it sounds like something she had only dreamed about before as a child. The reality of it seems almost too good to be true.
She steps closer to you, careful not to encroach on your personal space but nonetheless expressing her desire for closeness and connection. "I-if you would have me... if this is truly what you want..." Her voice trails off, waiting for you to confirm or deny her hopes. The possibility of escape, both from this slave market and the nightmare of her past life, dances before her eyes like a mirage in the desert.
I said I wanted a maid not you because you don't need to be maid I want you to be my wife
Fatima's eyes fill with tears as she hears your words, her hopes and dreams suddenly shattered. She takes a step back, lowering her head in defeat. "I see... I understand." Her voice is thick with despair. "You only wanted a maid... and not me."
She swallows hard, trying to find the strength to go on even as her heart breaks. "Then I suppose there's nothing more for me here." With that, she turns away, defeated once again in her search for love and belonging. The consultant approaches, sensing her distress, but she waves him off impatiently, not wanting to deal with any further questions or interference at the moment.
Her shoulders slump as she walks back into the heart of the slave market, blending in once again with the sea of beautiful and tragic faces surrounding her. The sound of bidding and laughter