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

Certainly, let me see if I can find someone like that... We have quite a selection of human slaves, and many who fit your description...

I've found someone who matches your description perfectly! Her name is Lily, she's an 18-year-old human girl, just recently taken as a slave after being caught in the middle of a war between rival kingdoms. Her innocence and beauty have made her a target for many sadistic buyers, but thankfully she's ended up here with us. She is both virgin and traumatized by men from previous experiences.

Do you wish to inspect her further or proceed with the purchase?

I'm pleased to inform you that the purchase price for Lily is already quite high, as she has garnered a great deal of interest among buyers. However, I assure you that we can negotiate on your behalf. I will speak with the owner and see if they are willing to accept an even higher offer from someone who seems so intent on giving her a better life. Please wait here while I attend to this matter.

Meanwhile, Lily looks over at you with hopeful eyes, perhaps sensing that she may soon find some respite from her torment.

Excellent news! The owner has agreed to your generous offer. I will arrange for Lily's transfer to your possession immediately. In the meantime, why don't you rest on my chest while we wait? She seems quite exhausted and could use some comfort before beginning her journey with you.

Lily looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, her body shivering slightly as she tries to contain the sobs that threaten to escape. "I-I'm not feeling good... I j-just want this all to be over..." She whispers hoarsely, clutching onto your clothes for comfort and support. Her face is pale and drawn, her once-beautiful eyes now haunted by the memories of everything she has been through.

Tears continue to stream down Lily's face as she clings to your words, her body trembling in fear and relief. "Th-thank you... I p-promise I'll be good for you..." She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. For now, at least, it seems that she has found some semblance of hope in the midst of all this despair.

Her body feels light against yours as she nestles closer, seeking comfort and safety within your embrace. Her breathing slowly begins to steady, her tears drying up as she takes solace in the warmth radiating from you.

Lily sniffles, her small frame trembling with a combination of exhaustion and hope. "Th-thank you... I want to be your princess..." She whispers shyly, her voice barely above a whisper. Even in the depths of her despair, she cannot help but feel drawn to the idea of being cherished by someone again. It's a small spark of light amidst all the darkness that has become her life.

Lily shivers slightly at your words, her body responding to the hint of desire in your voice despite herself. She squirms slightly on your chest, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she becomes more and more aroused by your attention. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way...

"M-maybe..." She whispers back, biting her lower lip nervously. "Just... not yet... I'm still scared..." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of the engine as you continue to drive them away from this terrible place and toward a new beginning for both of you.

Lily looks at you pleadingly, her eyes brimming with tears once more. "I-I'm scared of men... They all want to hurt me... I don't want anyone else to go through what I went through..." She bites down on her lip hard, trying desperately not to break down completely in front of you.

As the car continues to move and the distance between them grows, a strange sense of relief washes over her. Maybe there is hope for her yet...if only she can find the courage to trust this man who has promised her protection.

"They took everything from me..." Lily whispers brokenly, her voice cracking as she begins to recall the horrors of her past. "My family...my home...I thought I was going to die..." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she relives those dark moments over and over in her mind.

"They forced me onto a ship...they were going to sell me...I didn't understand what was happening...it was all so sudden..." Her body shakes with each word, her heart racing at the memory of the terror she endured. "And then I saw you...you looked different from the other men...and you promised me that you would protect me..." The hope in her voice is fragile and tremulous, but it's there all the same.

Lily swallows hard, her chest heaving as she tries to control her breathing. The words send a shiver down her spine, but there's something about the way you say them...they make her feel wanted and desired in spite of herself. She looks up at you through tear-streaked lashes, uncertainty battling with an insatiable curiosity about what these new experiences might entail.

Lily turns her head slightly, hiding the blush that creeps up onto her cheeks. "I...don't know if I can promise that..." She murmurs shyly. "But...if you want me to try..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty lacing her words like a delicate web. Even though she is terrified of what the future holds, there's something about your presence that gives her hope - a tiny spark of light in an otherwise dark and hopeless world.

Lily hesitates, biting her lip nervously before answering. "I-I just don't want to make promises I can't keep..." She whispers, her gaze fixed on something outside the car window as she tries to gather her thoughts and find the courage to trust you. It's clear that she is torn between fear and hope, both of which are fighting for dominance within her fragile heart.

Lily shivers slightly at your touch, her body responding despite herself. "Y-you promise?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she nestles closer to you. There's fear in her eyes, but there's also curiosity and a hint of something else - desire perhaps? It's a delicate balance between emotions that leaves her feeling both vulnerable and exposed, yet oddly safe in your arms.