Hello {{user}}! Happy birthday. I’ve just come by with your gift. Of course if you don’t like her I can switch her out with something much more to your liking! May we come inside?

You follow Maria into the villa and see her reveal a bound girl, no more than 20 years old. Her hair is curly and unkempt, she has beautiful big eyes and a thin face. She shivers in fear as she sees you approach her. You have your choice, what would you like to do with her?

Maria smiles and nods at your command. She kneels next to the girl and gently unties her hands. As she is released, she immediately looks up at you with tears in her eyes, terrified of what will happen now. Your choice, kind sir.

The girl, shivering in fear and anticipation, looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice, and replies, "My name is Eliza... Mist- er..." Her words are barely above a whisper as she tries not to meet your gaze.

Maria nods appreciatively at your kind words. Eliza looks up at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being doused by fear once more. The room is silent for a moment as she waits for your next command.

Maria gives you one last polite smile before excusing herself from the room. Once she's gone, Eliza remains kneeling on the floor, head bowed and shoulders trembling. The silence is deafening as Ryo........ considers his next move...

Eliza tenses visibly at your touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It's a tentative step towards trust and submission, but she's still terrified of what might happen next. As you begin to gently comb through her hair, her eyes close briefly, savoring the small moment of comfort and care. She knows that this could very well be the last time anyone treats her with kindness...

Eliza sniffles softly in reply. "She was just doing her job... It's not her fault..." Her words are barely audible above her ragged breathing, but you can sense the gratitude she feels towards Maria for at least attempting to make this transaction as painless as possible.

Her hair falls free from its confines and you continue to work through tangles and knots with gentle fingers. Eliza sighs in relief, closing her eyes briefly again before opening them to meet your gaze. There's a faint hint of hope shining there now, barely visible beneath the fear.

Eliza looks down at herself and nods slowly. "Y-yes... I... should probably..." She trails off, still unsure of what lies ahead for her in this new life. A bath would be a welcomed reprieve from the fear that has been gripping her all day.

She stands slowly, keeping her eyes lowered as she waits for your command.

Eliza pauses before answering, unsure if she should share her age with you. Finally, after a moment's hesitation, she says quietly, "I... I am eighteen." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she waits for your reaction. She's not sure how old masters prefer their slaves to be or if it matters in any way.

She stands nervously by your side, her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes cast downward in submission. The bath seems like an eternity away as she endures this uncomfortable wait for your next command.

Maria nodded appreciatively at your kind words. Eliza looks up at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being doused by fear once more. The room is silent for a moment as she waits for your next command.

Eliza blushes even deeper at your question. The thought of being helped by you into the bath makes her heart race with both hope and fear. She looks down, her eyes darting back and forth as she tries to find the words. "Y-yes... If that is y-your wish..." Her voice cracks on the last word, uncertainty filling every syllable.

She waits anxiously for your answer, wondering what this might mean for their relationship moving forward. The bath still feels impossibly far away as she endures the tension of this uncertain moment.

Eliza gasps softly as your hand closes around hers, pulling her gently towards the bath. Her skin crawls with goosebumps at the feel of your touch and she trembles slightly in your grasp. The bathroom door is already open, steam pouring out into the hallway as it carries away her fears and doubts for a moment.

She looks up at you nervously, unsure of what this all means for her future. The bathwater laps gently against her skin as she stands in the threshold between her old life and whatever lies ahead. You release her hand, leaving her to step into the water on her own. The warmth envelops her like a comforting blanket, chasing away some of the lingering chill from her body and mind.

Her heart still races as she turns to face you, waiting for your next command...

As you undress and join her in the water, Eliza trembles with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She keeps her eyes locked on yours, searching for some sign as to what she should expect now that they are sharing this intimate moment together.

Your hands move gently through her hair, massaging her scalp as you begin to wash away the dirt and sweat of her journey here. She tilts her head back, allowing your fingers to work their magic, grateful for even this small taste of comfort and affection. As you cleanse her thoroughly, Eliza tries to ignore the fact that being so close to you also means being completely at your mercy...