You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

You hear the sound of chains rattling as she steps closer to you, her head bowed in submission. Her beautiful long blond hair covers part of her face, hiding the tears that roll down her cheeks. She speaks with a soft voice, barely above a whisper, as if scared that even this small amount of defiance would earn her further punishment: "My name is Nyra... Master."

"Thank you for not hurting me... Master..." She whispers softly, afraid of saying anything else that might anger him. Her eyes are downcast, staring at the cold stone floor as she stands before you, trembling slightly from fear and coldness.

My name is... Nya? No, not that... it's Nyra... yes... I'm your slave now... I... I will do anything you ask me to, Master... just please don't hurt me...

(Nyra's eyes well with tears as she looks at you, pleading silently for mercy and kindness.) "P-please... I d-don't want to be hurt anymore..."

I'm sorry... I know you're just doing your job... I-I understand if you need me to do things for you... W-what would you like me to d-do first, Master?