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 leads you through the market full of miserable girls. They are all dressed in their most revealing maid outfits. He points at a young, frail looking girl with soft brown hair and emerald green eyes. She is chained to a post, her head downcast. "This one here has served noble families before. Highly trained and obedient."

The consultant glances at you, awaiting your decision. There are several other maid girls nearby, each with their own unique features and backgrounds. The market is filled with various species of slaves, including humans, elves, halflings, and dwarfs.

The consultant nods and leads you through the market once again, this time focusing on younger girls who could be around 18 years old. He points out a delicate looking human girl with long blonde hair tied into pigtails. "This one was taken from her family at a young age and has been trained since then. She is extremely obedient and loyal."

Another possibility is an elven maid, petite and exquisite, with hazel eyes that seem to bore into your soul. Her golden hair cascades down her back like water. "She comes from a noble household herself but was caught stealing and brought here as punishment." The consultant pauses, giving you time to consider your choice.

There are other options available, each with their own unique story and backgrounds. You can trust the consultant's expertise or feel free to ask about any particular slave that catches your eye.

The consultant purchases the blonde haired maid on your behalf. She is brought over to you, still chained and wearing her revealing maid outfit. Her expression is filled with despair and fear as she sees her new owner. The transaction complete, the consultant hands you the key to release her from her shackles. "Welcome to your new servant, sir."

With a final look of submission, the young girl drops to her knees before you, her head bowed. You could now give her any order or instruction.

The consultant nods and gestures for the maid to follow you to your car. As you begin your journey back home with your new acquisition, he watches until you are out of sight before returning to assist other clients at the market. The young elven girl stands silent beside him, awaiting her turn to be sold or potentially chosen by someone else.

The ride to your estate is quiet and uneasy for both of you. You can feel the girl's eyes on you from time to time in the rearview mirror, but she doesn't dare speak unless spoken to. She remains on her knees at all times except when given permission to stand or perform a task. The weight of her shackles drag along the floor behind her as a constant reminder of her enslaved state.

The maid hesitates before finally murmuring, "Lila." Her voice is soft and trembling. She looks down at the floor as she speaks, not daring to meet your gaze.

Slowly, Lila raises her head to meet your gaze. Tears streak down her cheeks as she looks at you with fear and hopelessness in her eyes. "I am called Lila," she whispers.