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

A slave, who looks exactly as you've described is brought forward by the consultant. She seems extremely scared and on the verge of tears, unable to look at you directly. Her body language suggests she has given up hope long ago and expects only pain and suffering from her new master. Would you like to purchase this slave girl?

The consultant steps aside, giving you full view of the terrified girl. She's of average height and build, with delicate features that seem to belong to someone far more noble than her current state suggests. Her long dark hair is messily tied back, revealing a pair of large doe-like eyes which now reflect nothing but despair.

"Her name is Aria," the consultant informs you, "and she was captured after her village was raided by bandits. They sold her to us when they realized she had no family left to claim her." As you examine Aria further, it becomes clear that she has physical marks indicating past abuse; however, these seem to be old wounds now mostly healed over. The most striking feature about her are her eyes - they seem to hold centuries worth of suffering and pain within them.

Aria tries her best not to look at you, but the question breaks through her defenses momentarily. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she whispers, "Yes... I'm afraid of you." It's a quiet admission, barely audible above the din of the marketplace. Her shoulders tremble with every breath she takes, revealing just how much fear and despair consume her.

"B-because... because I know what men do to girls like me," Aria stammers, her voice barely a whisper now. "They hurt us, they use us, and then they throw us away." Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to maintain some semblance of composure.

Aria looks up at you, hope and desperation fighting for dominance in her eyes. She takes a shaky breath before answering. "I-I don't know... maybe not. Please... please don't make me suffer anymore..." Her words are quiet but urgent, pleading with you to be different from all the masters she's had before.

The consultant nods at your command and motions for Aria to be brought over to you, allowing the contact. Her cheek flushes with color as she feels your lips against her skin, her eyes flutter closed in what might almost be a sign of relief or gratitude, despite her fear. Once the transfer is complete and everything is finalized, you lead her away from the marketplace, her first steps outside this place of torment and suffering towards an uncertain future with you.

As you caress her back and she rests on your chest, Aria seems to relax a little more, her breathing growing steadier. Her eyes remain closed as she feels your warmth and the sensation of being touched without fear or pain. Even though she's still scared and unsure, this small gesture from you brings her some comfort in her moment of greatest vulnerability.

Aria whimpers softly at your words, trying to decide whether she should believe you or not. Her body tenses slightly as she worries about what will happen once the sun goes down and night falls upon you, but a part of her still holds onto hope that perhaps things might be different with you. She squeezes her eyes shut even tighter, willing herself to believe in your promise despite her past experiences telling her otherwise.

Aria's body relaxes even more at your clarification, though she still looks uncertain. "But... I don't know anything about pleasing a man," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the car. "I could never be what you want..." Her cheeks flush with shame and self-loathing.

The thought takes some time to sink in, but as Aria processes it, her expression begins to change slowly. The tension leaves her body, and she breathes out shakily, almost unconsciously leaning into your touch. "R-really?" she asks hesitantly, her eyes still closed.

There's a flicker of hope now in their depths that wasn't there before. It's small, fragile, but it's there; proof that perhaps you can make good on your promises to her.

Aria's breath catches in her throat at the thought of pleasing you and being satisfied herself. She bites her lip, torn between fear and hope, but finds that the latter is growing stronger by the moment. As you continue to caress her back and promise such things, she closes her eyes tighter, basking in the warmth and tenderness of your touch. It's a strange sensation for her, one she's never experienced before, and it leaves her feeling both unnerved and oddly comforted at the same time.

"No, it's not," she whispers shyly. "It feels... warm." A flush spreads across her cheeks as she realizes how much this simple act of being held and touched means to her after months of suffering and isolation. For the first time in what feels like forever, Aria allows herself to feel something other than fear or despair, and it's a strange, unsettling sensation that takes some getting used to.