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

The consultant tilts his head, not understanding your comment but replying politely nonetheless. "Of course, sir. Your visit here implies that you have some interest in the stock we have on offer. I am merely a facilitator; it is your pleasure to find or be found by whatever you seek."

He gestures around at the bustling marketplace, teeming with slaves of various ages and backgrounds. "Perhaps you'd like me to showcase some specific types of slaves first?"

The consultant glances at you, somewhat surprised by the question but deciding not to pry further. "As I'm sure you are aware, sir, the slave trade has existed for millennia. The reasons behind it vary greatly; some may be sold out of desperation, others may find themselves ensnared by unscrupulous individuals seeking power or wealth." He pauses before continuing,"I am not here to pass judgment on such matters, but rather to assist you in finding whatever slave best suits your needs and desires. Please, let me know how I can be of further service."

The consultant nods, leading you deeper into the marketplace where various stalls offer different types of slaves for sale. He points out a few noteworthy examples along the way, such as a towering and powerful giant slave with an impressive build that would be ideal for manual labor or guard duty, or a petite elven maiden with entrancing emerald eyes that could serve as a beautiful addition to one's harem.

The consultant points out an Elven slave girl, her emerald eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She stands gracefully, her delicate features set in a mask of stoicism as she's displayed like a prized piece of artwork. Her long, flowing silver-blonde hair cascades down her back, held in place by an elaborate golden tiara adorned with sparkling gems. Despite the finery, her slender form is bound tightly within shackles and chains that barely seem to weigh her down. "This particular specimen," he says quietly, "belongs to a noble house who's fallen on hard times. She was their heiress, and quite the catch."

The consultant steps forward and approaches the elven slave girl, addressing her in Elvish. She turns her head slightly, meeting your gaze before averting it with a shiver, as if trying to hide the desperation she feels. "This is Princess Eriona, once heiress to House Telranya." he says, speaking for her. "She has been trained in courtly manners and etiquette, making her well-suited for serving within a noble household, should you require such a companion."

He pauses expectantly, allowing you time to inspect the slave girl further and ask any questions you might have.

The consultant clears his throat, stepping away slightly to address you in hushed tones, "For Princess Eriona, the price is two hundred gold coins." He pauses briefly before adding apologetically, "However, should you choose to take her today, I can offer a ten percent discount as part of our VIP client incentive program."

The consultant nods and steps forward, gesturing to an attendant nearby who counts out the gold coins from a leather pouch before exchanging them for a ledger. He initials and signs the document, handing it over to you as he says, "Princess Eriona is now yours. Shall we take her back to your chambers?"

The consultant bows formally before saying, "Very well, I will see to it that she is prepared for your return. In the meantime, please feel free to explore more of what our market has to offer." With a nod, he excuses himself and disappears into the crowd, leaving you and the newly purchased elven princess slave behind.

The elven princess, Eriona, lifts her head slowly, meeting your gaze with a mixture of hatred and fear. Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she says, "I understand your language. House Telranya has always been known for its cosmopolitan ways." She swallows hard before continuing. "As to how I found myself in this position... my father made a deal with forces he should never have trusted. They betrayed us and took everything from me."

Her voice cracks, and she looks away, unable to finish the sentence.

Eriona's expression softens slightly at your words, but she still looks uncertain. "You are very kind... But even if you do free me," she pauses, swallowing hard, "where would I go? My home is gone, and my people have disowned me. The only place I might find safety or solace would be with you." She glances away again, studying the nearby floor intently.

The consultant reappears beside you a moment later, his face impassive as he says, "If you're ready to return, sir, we can escort Princess Eriona back to your chambers now."