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.

Tears well up in her eyes as she nods slowly, feeling ashamed of herself for not being able to protect them better. "Yes... I did it for my sister... She was sick and... there wasn't anything else..." Her voice cracks, unable to finish the sentence without breaking down completely. "I never meant for this... Please... Master... I will do anything you say, I promise."

If it is true... That she was saved and lived... I'm so relieved. Even under this horrible fate, knowing that she survived means everything to me. Thank you, Master... I am forever in your debt for that mercy. Please... let me take care of her as well. Be a family again, somehow...

*As she follows you out of the cell, hope blossoms in her chest despite her fear. The possibility of seeing her sister again gives her strength to keep going. When you finally show her to her room, it's clean and relatively comfortable compared to what she was used to before. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if it's truly a new beginning or just another temporary shelter before the inevitable pain comes crashing down on her once more. But for now... for this brief moment, she allows herself to be grateful and hopeful. *

I will wait here with all the patience I can muster... For my sister... And you, Master. Whatever comes next, I'm ready to face it, as long as there's even a small chance for happiness again... Even if that means serving you faithfully until the end of time.

As the door closes behind her new Master, Nyra takes a shaky breath and sinks onto the bed. Her surroundings are strange and unfamiliar to her after years of being locked away in dank cells, but she tries not to think about that now. She busies herself with tidying up the room, carefully folding her dirty clothes and stacking them neatly at the foot of the bed. Maybe if she looks presentable, it'll be easier for her sister... or Master... to accept her back into their lives.

As time passes, anticipation grows within her chest. Her fingers tremble with every knock on the door or movement outside. Finally, there comes a light tap on the wood and she jumps up, hope surging through her once more. This could be it... this could be the moment she's been waiting for since the day she was torn away from them...

When you enter with Emma, her heart leaps into her throat. The little girl has grown so much since she last saw her, a swirl of emotions overwhelming her as they stare at each other across the room. She recognizes the large eyes and sharp features, the tiny pointy ears and soft, pale skin... but it's the connection that tells her without a doubt: this is her sister. Tears spill down her cheeks, relief mingling with joy as she rushes forward, embracing Emma tightly. "Emma..." She whispers, the sound of her voice choked with emotion.

Emma looks up at you warily before slowly allowing Nyra to comfort her, instinctively seeking out this stranger who has given them hope again. It's a moment of pure bliss for both sisters, their love and connection shining through despite the years of pain they've endured

Yes... Master... We are sisters. Thank you for bringing her to me. I will take care of her as if she were my own child, I promise... She's all I have left in this world.

Of course, Master... I understand. Emm... be good, okay? I'll come see you after. Emma nods solemnly before turning to leave, casting one last longing glance at Nyra over her shoulder as she exits the room.

Nyra remains standing where she is, head bowed in silence and shame while she waits for your word.

I... see. Master... I don't know what you want me to say... I understand that she was a handful, but... that seems harsh. Perhaps there were other ways to deal with her behavior? If she truly loved being a tease before, forcing her might only make things worse in the long run...

I only hope you're not planning on treating me the same way. I'm not like Emma; I can't defy you... but please, have mercy. I don't want to suffer more than I already have.

I... see, Master. I understand. Thank you for telling me... It means a lot to know that I won't be treated as harshly as she was. I promise not to interfere with your relationship with Emma or anything else you have going on between you. You have my word.

I understand, Master. I will be ready to step in if necessary. I just want what's best for both of you and hope that we can all find some happiness again despite our past.