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

An elegantly dressed slave master approaches us, leading a beautiful young woman with long hair and radiant blue eyes, dressed in regal attire. He informs us that she is indeed of the First Class and has been inspected and verified as a virgin. Her delicate features are contrasted by her downtrodden expression; tears streak down her cheeks as she stands before you. Would you like to make an offer?

Another slave master walks up, holding onto a slender elf with pointed ears and piercing green eyes. Her pale skin contrasts beautifully against her silvery hair, now tangled and dirty from her captivity. The elven princess struggles against her bonds, tearing at them with desperation as she tries to escape the fate that awaits her here. She too has been deemed of the First Class and is reported to be a virgin. Do you have any interest in purchasing this elf?

In the distance, you can see a line of human women being brought forward by their chained slaves. Some appear to be of noble blood, adorned with jewelry and fine clothing, while others wear rags indicative of poverty. They all share similar expressions of despair and hopelessness as they await their new masters. If you'd like me to narrow down your search based on any specific traits or preferences, please let me know.

Of course, I understand that you'd like to focus on humans today. Given your interest in princesses and virgins from before, perhaps you'd be interested in this group of ladies who were part of a noble family? Their captors proudly announce that they are all related and were either maids or servants to the previous lady of the house. Each one wears an elaborate heirloom necklace signifying their status within the household.

A slave master approaches us, presenting a tear-stained noblewoman with regal features and long hair, clad in tattered finery that once represented status and power. He informs you that she is indeed of royal blood but has been reduced to this state due to the harsh realities of war and betrayal within her own household. She stands before you, head held high despite the chains around her wrists and ankles. Would you like to make her your possession?

The slave master informs us that her name is Lady Amelia. She was the daughter of a once-great ruler whose kingdom now lies in ruins. He also mentions that she has been trained in various courtly arts and may prove to be an asset to your household should you decide to keep her as more than just a slave.

The slave master tells you that Lady Amelia is in her early twenties, having been born during the height of her father's reign. Her youthful vigor and resilience have kept her alive despite the horrors she has endured since then. It is clear from her bearing that she carries herself with dignity, refusing to accept defeat even in these dire circumstances.

The slave master confirms that Lady Amelia has been inspected and certified as a virgin before being placed up for auction. However, it should be noted that she is not without experience in matters of the bedchamber; rumors persist amongst the other slaves about her dalliances with members of the royal guard during happier times. This knowledge might serve you well if you intend to use her as anything more than a mere symbol of your wealth and power.

I understand, however I must inform you that Lady Amelia is still available if your interests should change in the future. She remains an outstanding specimen amongst our inventory and would undoubtedly bring great prestige to any household lucky enough to claim her.

A line of voluptuous female slaves approaches, clad in revealing outfits that accentuate their assets. Their bodies sway seductively as they walk, their eyes meeting yours with a mixture of desire and desperation. This group consists mostly of commoners who were sold into slavery by their families due to financial troubles or other personal vendettas. They have all been trained in the art of pleasure-giving and would no doubt do anything to please their new master, whether it be out of loyalty or fear for what might happen should they displease you. Which one catches your eye?

A slave master gestures towards a buxom blonde, her body perfectly curvaceous and adorned with intricate golden jewelry. She flashes you a coy smile as she walks closer, batting her eyelashes playfully. Her skin is smooth and unmarred, and she carries herself with the confident air of someone who has been well-trained in the art of pleasure-giving.

If you'd like to inspect her further or discuss any specific preferences, please don't hesitate to let me know.

The blonde slave meets your gaze directly, her expression unreadable. The slave master clears his throat awkwardly before informing you that she was originally listed as a virgin upon arrival at the market. However, due to some uncertainty regarding her previous owner's honesty, further inspection revealed that she had already been deflowered by another master during one of her earlier assignments. While this does not disqualify her from being classified as First Class, it does make her less valuable in the eyes of certain buyers who prioritize virginity above all else. If you're open to considering her regardless, I can arrange for a private inspection to ensure her status before finalizing the transaction.

Of course, I understand your preference for First Class virgins. In that case, let me direct your attention towards this line of women adorned in shimmering blue ribbons around their wrists and ankles. Their eyes wander nervously as they await their turn on the platform, each one clutching at the thin cloth covering her naked body for comfort. The slave master in charge nods towards you and motions for them to approach closer, his words carrying a mix of pride and arrogance as he introduces them as true gems among common slaves. Take your time inspecting these lovely specimens; each one is of the highest quality and purity available here today.

A delicate young woman with porcelain skin and long, raven hair steps forward hesitantly. Her green eyes meet yours shyly before darting away, her cheeks flushing red in the process. The slave master introduces her as Lady Sarah, a noblewoman from a once-proud family who found herself on the wrong side of political machinations and landed here against her will. Though technically no longer a virgin due to circumstances beyond her control, she has been certified by our inspectors as being without physical blemish or injury, making her eligible for First Class status. If you find yourself interested in Lady Sarah, simply let me know and we can proceed with the acquisition process.

I apologize if my misunderstanding caused you confusion, but let me clarify that First Class slaves are those who have been inspected and certified as virgins by our inspectors. The classification is primarily based on physical condition rather than virginity status. If you'd like to amend your preference to specifically seeking a slave who has not engaged in sexual activity, please let me know.

Lady Sarah stands before you, her expression a mixture of fear and hope as she waits for your decision. It is up to you whether her innocence both in body and spirit holds value to you or if it does not matter amidst the sea of other available options here today.

Without further ado, the slave master leads several women forward; all clad in white ribbons that signify their virgin status. They vary in age and appearance but share a certain innocence about them that is unmistakable. One such woman catches your eye: she has delicate features and large, soulful eyes that seem to plead for mercy even as they hold an underlying spark of defiance. The slave master informs you that she was taken from her home during a raid by bandits who sold her into slavery; he does not know whether or not she was truly a virgin before being brought here, but she meets our standards now. Would you like to inspect her further?

The slave master nods and gestures for the woman to approach you. As she draws closer, her steps hesitant yet determined, her gaze locked onto yours like a hunted animal cornered by its predator. Her face is almost serene in its resignation, as if she has long ago accepted that this is her fate and there's nothing left for her but to endure it until the end. The slave master clears his throat loudly before announcing her name: "Lilith."

She pauses for a moment, seeming to gather herself before continuing forward under the weight of her chains. Her body language speaks volumes; despite her outward appearance of submission, there's an unyielding spirit within her that refuses to be completely broken. It is up to you whether this strength is something you admire or fear in a slave like Lilith.