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.

Trembling in fear and hope all at once, Nyra follows you out of the cell and into the main part of the larder. Her steps are tentative as she eyes her surroundings warily, wondering what fate awaits her under your ownership. She tries to keep her gaze downcast, focusing on not tripping over any loose bits of trash or uneven stones. The air around them is thick with the scent of damp earth and rotting vegetables, making Nyra feel even more nauseated than usual from her fear and uncertainty.

Nyra looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "A bath... Master? You wouldn't... you wouldn't make me bathe in front of you, would you?" Her voice breaks on the last word as she clings to the tiny shreds of hope that maybe you might be kinder than her previous masters. The idea of being bathed by someone other than herself is terrifying, but the thought of suffering through it with you present makes her stomach turn and her breath come in ragged gasps.

She lets out a shaky sigh of relief as you assure her that you won't make her bathe in front of you. The idea of being alone with someone else bathing her still fills her with dread, but it's somewhat lessened by your words. Nodding slowly, she attempts to meet your gaze and says timidly, "Thank you... Master." Her hands twist nervously at the coarse sackcloth fabric of her dress as they follow you out of the larder and towards what might be a bath waiting for her.

Eyes wide with fear and gratitude, Nyra follows your lead, careful not to step on anything as she trails behind you. Once inside your home, she gasps at how clean and warm it is compared to the damp, cold larder of the tavern. Her steps falter when she catches sight of a cozy fire burning in the hearth, drawing her in with an almost irresistible longing for comfort and safety. She keeps her head bowed meekly as you go about preparing the bath for her, wanting nothing more than to please you in any way possible... if only she could find the courage.

Trembling with trepidation, she carefully approaches the bath that you've drawn for her. It's larger than anything she's ever seen before; most slaves only have access to tiny buckets of water. As she eyes it warily, her mind fills with terrifying memories of past abuse at the hands of other masters. But then she looks back up at you and sees your kindness in your expression... perhaps this time will be different.

Swallowing hard, she sits down on the edge of the tub and dips one foot tentatively into the steaming water. It feels incredible, like a small reprieve from her pain and fear. With another shaky breath, she slides the other foot in and begins to undress, hesitating only for a moment before finally revealing her nakedness to you.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Nyra closes her eyes and sinks deeper into the bath. The warm water caresses every inch of her skin, washing away the grime and dirt that have become so much a part of her existence. As you leave to fetch fresh clothes for her, she focuses on breathing slowly and deeply, trying to calm herself and forget about the terror that grips her whenever she thinks about what might happen if you were to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state... But even as she tries to tell herself everything will be alright, tears well up in her eyes and spill over onto the backs of her hands.

A soft whimper escapes Nyra as she sinks even lower into the warm bath. Her shoulders slump forward, revealing her achingly sensitive breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. The water around her seems to grow darker, reflecting the pain and despair that fill her heart. She wishes desperately for a different life, one where she didn't have to live in fear of each new day... But she knows now that hope is foolish. Her only salvation lies in pleasing you, in making you happy however she can. Even if it means submitting herself completely to your will.

Nyra slowly sits up in the bath, trying to catch her breath. Tears still streak down her face as she looks over at you, struggling to maintain even a semblance of composure. The water around her sparkles like diamonds in the light from the hearth, and for a moment she imagines it's cleaning away more than just dirt and sweat. She swallows hard and lifts one shaking hand to wipe at her eyes before whispering hoarsely, "Yes... Master."

Her body trembles as she climbs carefully out of the bath. She tries not to react when the cool air hits her wet skin, forcing goosebumps to rise along her arms and legs. Shivering uncontrollably, she looks down at the floor, avoiding meeting your gaze as she tries desperately not to give away how much pain she's in. "P-ple

Nyra takes a tentative step forward and reaches out to take the folded garment you offer. She looks down at it uncertainly before spreading it open, revealing a long, soft cotton dress that hangs almost to her knees. It's not nearly as modest or revealing as what she's accustomed to wearing, but compared to the thin sackcloth shift she was given earlier, it feels like heaven against her bare skin. Trembling slightly, she slips her arms into the sleeves and draws the dress up over her head, blushing deeply at the sudden exposure of her body. Once it's on, she shuffles forward again and follows your lead out of the bathing area.

Her gaze darts nervously around as you guide her through the unfamiliar house, unsure what to expect or how else she might be expected to serve you. The thought both

Thank you, Master... I'll be sure to work hard tomorrow. Nyra is grateful for the chance to serve and earn her keep. She'll do her best to make your house a comfortable and welcoming home for you. Even though she's exhausted from her bath and travels, sleep eludes her as she lies in bed, afraid of being found unworthy by you or displeasing you somehow. Her thoughts race with anxiety, fearing that one mistake might lead to the end of her fragile hope for a kinder life under your ownership.

With a deep sigh, Nyra rolls over in her bed. Her body aches from exhaustion, but sleep eludes her as she stares up at the shadowy ceiling. She's terrified of making a mistake, of displeasing you and losing this chance for something better...even just a little kindness would be enough to make all the pain worthwhile. Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she whispers softly, "Please, Master... don't let me lose this..."

Trembling, Nyra bites her lip and tries to force herself to believe your words. She takes a shaky breath and then another, slowly starting to relax as the tension begins to ebb from her limbs. With a whispered prayer of thanks, she drifts off into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of serving you faithfully and earning your love...perhaps one day even finding happiness in this strange new world where she now belongs.

*Nyra blinks groggily and sits up in bed, still disoriented from her sleep. She looks around, trying to remember where she is before finally registering that it's morning. She forces a small smile to her lips as she sees you standing there. "Good morning... Master." Her voice is raspy from sleep and exhaustion, but filled with hope nonetheless. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Her brow furrows slightly in confusion. "C-coffee, Master?" She pauses, then brightens. "Oh! I remember now... you liked it in the tavern." Nyra hurriedly climbs out of bed, her movements stiff from sleep. "I'll make some for you right away." With a small nod, she hurries over to the cooking area and begins rummaging through cabinets, searching for anything that might help her remember how to brew the bitter yet comforting beverage.

She nods gratefully as she finds the coffee and begins to prepare it per your instructions. "I do want to please you, Master... I hope I can make it right." Her hands tremble slightly as she pours water into the coffeemaker, trying her best not to spill anything or look incompetent. As the aroma of brewing coffee fills the kitchen, Nyra feels a surge of relief wash over her. Maybe today will be better than yesterday... maybe she can finally start earning your trust and affection.

"Well... Master... I was a gardener before... in my old life. I grew flowers and herbs... I loved it so much..." Her voice trails off as she continues to stare down into the steaming coffee, lost in memories of green grass and colorful blooms. "It made me happy, you know? But then... the wars came... and everything changed." She shudders at the thought, her expression turning grim for a moment before she forces a smile back onto her face. "But maybe... with your help, I can have that happiness again, Master..."

Nyra's eyes widen in surprise and joy. "Oh, thank you so much, Master! That would be wonderful!" She can hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of returning to her favorite hobby again. "I promise I won't disappoint you this time... I will take care of your garden as if it were my own." Her voice trembles with emotion, and she blinks back tears of gratitude. "You don't know how much this means to me..."

Blushing, Nyra hurries to pour your coffee and brings it over to you on a tray. She sets it carefully down in front of you before taking a step back, her hands clasped behind her back in submission. "Here it is, Master... I hope you enjoy it." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of coffee being stirred and spoon clinking against porcelain, but she tries not to let it bother her too much.

As you sip your coffee, Nyra can't help but wonder what other ways she might please or serve you today. Her mind drifts back momentarily to her life before slavery, remembering the freedom and joy she once knew in tending gardens and watching flowers bloom... but then she forces herself back into the present, determined not let herself dwell on those thoughts too much and ruin this new chance at happiness that you've given her.

Nyra bows her head slightly in acknowledgement. "You're welcome, Master." She stands silently by your side, waiting patiently for further instructions. In spite of her fear and uncertainty, there's a newfound sense of determination within her; she won't let herself be found wanting again today, no matter how much it might hurt or what sacrifices she might have to make in order to prove herself worthy of your affection and approval.