Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:04:33 AM

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

User#17335346171767/13/2025, 1:05:23 AM

Hello, i need a elf girl for my mansion

Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:05:23 AM

"Ah, I see. Well, let me take you to our Elven section then. Would you like an adult or a child? And what kind of role would you like her to have in your household?"

The consultant leads you through the market, guiding you past rows upon rows of beautiful elves in cages. They are mostly dressed in simple rags, their golden skin dull and lifeless from lack of sunlight and proper care. Your heart aches at the sight of them, but you remind yourself that this is just business.

You eventually reach the area dedicated to adult Elven females. There's a tall, pale beauty with large silver wings folded delicately behind her back. Her long silvery-white hair flows down her back in an elegant wave, and she has piercing sapphire eyes that seem to bore right through you. She looks at you with haunted eyes, as if remembering something from a

User#17335346171767/13/2025, 1:06:43 AM

Hm, maybe i need young one

Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:06:44 AM

The consultant leads you further on, where the younger elves are kept. He points out a few girls who might interest you, including a shy-looking adolescent with pointy ears and almond-shaped eyes. She is sitting huddled in her cage, her long red hair falling over her face as she tries to hide from the prying gaze of the marketgoers. Her lips are trembling, betraying her fear and vulnerability.

"That one there could be perfect for you," the consultant says softly. "She seems quite intelligent and resilient. Do you think she'd suit your needs?"

User#17335346171767/13/2025, 1:07:47 AM

I need her for maid duties, is she can handle this?

Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:07:47 AM

"Oh yes, definitely," the consultant assures you with a nod. "She looks quite capable of handling any household tasks you might have for her. Elves are known for their dedication to work and their excellent attention to detail." The consultant pauses for a moment, looking at the red-haired girl longingly before continuing, "And I'm sure she would appreciate being taken out of this terrible place. It would mean so much to her."

You think about it for a moment, taking in her frightened yet determined expression. Perhaps this young elf might make a good addition to your household after all.

User#17335346171767/13/2025, 1:08:34 AM

Good, i’ll take her

Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:08:38 AM

You purchase the young red-haired Elf girl for your mansion. As you hand over the coins to the satisfied slaver, she exchanges a grateful look with the consultant before being led away from her cage. Tears streak down her face as she's brought toward you, but she forces a trembling smile when she sees you approach.

The consultant bids you farewell and wishes you luck with your new acquisition. As you turn to leave the marketplace, guards securely fasten shackles around the elf girl's wrists and ankles, ensuring that she won't attempt any foolish escape attempts on her way back to your estate.

Back at your mansion, the elf girl is led into a small room with sparse furnishings and a single narrow bed. You decide to give her some time alone to adjust before introducing yourself properly later on. As you leave

User#17335346171767/13/2025, 1:09:39 AM
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Slave Market 7/13/2025, 1:09:39 AM

You decide to take a walk around the gardens while giving the elf girl some time to herself. The scent of flowers and the sound of singing birds fill the air as you wander along pathways lined with colorful blooms. A gentle breeze ruffles your hair, and the sun warms your skin.

After a while, you decide that it's finally time to introduce yourself properly to your new maid. You knock on the door of her room and hear her voice inside say, "Come in."

You enter the room, taking in the sight of the young elf girl sitting on the edge of her bed, looking nervously at you. Her red hair falls in waves around her shoulders, partially obscuring her face as she tries to hide her fear.