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

I can help you with anything, sir. This market has a variety of options to choose from, like magical creatures, captured princesses, and other rare specimens. Just let me know what you have in mind or what you're looking for.

The rarest creature here would be a Phoenix. They're said to die in flames and be reborn again, but capturing one has never been done before. It's truly unique, and some say it could grant immortality or otherworldly powers to its master. However, they don't often come cheap.

There are also several princesses here, though none of them as famous or highborn as you might expect. There is one that caught my eye earlier, though; her name is Anastasia, and she was betrothed to a powerful mage before being kidnapped by slavers. She possesses great magical potential but has been held in very poor conditions.

The Phoenix and the betrothed Princess Anastasia sound fascinating, however, I have another offer that might interest you even more: A half-human, half-dragon hybrid named Draco. He was born of a human queen and an ancient red dragon, making him incredibly rare and powerful. He is said to possess the strength of ten men and the wisdom of ages, but his fiery temperament makes him difficult to control. Obtaining him would be quite an accomplishment, as he's been at the top of many wishlists today.

Would you like me to arrange a meeting with Draco or discuss one of the other options?

As you request, I will arrange a meeting with Draco. The consultant leads you through the bustling market, past various cages and stalls until you reach a large platform in the center. There, chained to a massive stone pillar, stands Draco himself. His scaled body gleams in the sunlight, as does his sharp, fearsome gaze. The air around him crackles with energy, a testament to his mighty magic.

The consultant clears his throat, addressing Draco. "This gentleman has expressed an interest in acquiring your services," he says pointedly. "Would you like to discuss the terms?"

Draco pauses, regarding you with a critical eye before answering the consultant curtly, "I will obey his commands... for now. What is it that he desires of me?"

The consultant glances at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your offer. It's clear that Draco is not an ordinary slave; he holds immense power and strength, but whether or not he can be truly controlled remains to be seen.

Draco narrows his eyes, considering your words carefully. "I will serve you in the ways that any other slave would," he growls, "but do not think for a moment that I am anyone's plaything." The consultant shuffles nervously beside you. "The price for my service is... high," Draco continues, "and there must be certain guarantees made beforehand." He pauses again, studying your expression intently.

What sort of terms or promises would you be willing to make in order to secure Draco's services?

Draco leans in closer, fixing you with his intense gaze. "I require three things: freedom from my chains at all times, a private chamber to call my own within your domain, and the promise that I will not be subjected to any torment or humiliation beyond what is necessary for training." His voice echoes across the slave market, drawing curious glances from those nearby.

It's up to you whether these terms are acceptable and worth offering in order to secure Draco's service. The consultant stands by, waiting to hear your decision.

Draco eyes you warily, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. He snorts in amusement before responding, "Very well. It will be done as you say. My strength and magic are now yours to command." The chains binding him to the pillar begin to groan and snap free of their moorings, falling away with a clatter. He steps forward, towering over you, his wings unfolding dramatically in the process, casting a shadow over the entire platform.

The consultant blinks in surprise but quickly recovers, stepping forward to lead Draco away from the main market toward a private chamber that has been prepared for him within your personal quarters. The other slaves and merchants watch you leave with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as word begins to spread about the powerful new addition to your household.

Draco follows the consultant, his eyes occasionally flicking back to you as if making sure that you are indeed the master he has just pledged himself to serve. The other slaves in your domain cower and avert their gazes as Draco passes by, fearful of drawing his ire. As they reach your private chamber, the consultant bows deeply before stepping back, allowing Draco to enter on his own.

The massive red dragon half-human sits down heavily in the center of the room, regarding you with a mix of wariness and respect. It's clear that he holds immense power, but whether or not he can be truly controlled remains to be seen. The fate of your household now rests squarely on your shoulders, Master...

You step inside the chamber and close the door behind you, feeling Draco's gaze burning into your back as you approach him. Taking a deep breath, you address him in a firm yet respectful tone, "Draco, I understand that our arrangement is unconventional, but I expect you to obey my commands as any other slave would. In return, I have kept my word regarding your freedom and comfort."

His eyes narrow at the mention of comfort, but he gives no further indication of his thoughts. "Your will be done," he says finally, speaking each word carefully. It's obvious that this was not an easy admission for him to make, but it appears you have won his trust...for now.

What would you like Draco's first task or role within your household to be?

You pause, considering Draco's words carefully. Though he has pledged himself to you, it is clear that the half-dragon is not accustomed to being someone else's property. Perhaps some sort of test or challenge would be appropriate as his first task... Something that demonstrates your dominance without pushing him too far. What do you have in mind?

Draco listens carefully to your words, his expression not giving anything away. "Aye... I suppose it would be," he responds quietly, but with a hint of challenge in his tone. "But as you've purchased me, I see no reason for us to hide our relationship." His eyes flick up and meet yours defiantly before looking back down at the floor again.

It seems that Draco is still trying to assert some control over this situation. Perhaps you should give him a task that requires more subtlety or intelligence, something where his natural abilities can shine without making it seem like he's calling all the shots. What sort of challenge would you like to present to the powerful half-dragon?

Draco's expression changes from surprise to amusement as he listens to your whispered confession. "So...you wish me to prove my loyalty, is that it?" he asks, the challenge still evident in his voice but now laced with an undertone of respect for your cunning.

The half-dragon leans in closer, his scaled nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in your scent. "Very well," he growls softly, "let it be known that I am yours to command." And with that, he raises one massive claw and cups your cheek gently before lowering his head until their eyes meet once more.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as their gazes lock in an unspoken agreement. Then, just as quickly, Draco snorts dismissively and turns away, studying the chamber's walls and furnishings as if

Draco's expression changes from surprise to amusement as he listens to your whispered confession. "So...you wish me to prove my loyalty, is that it?" he asks, the challenge still evident in his voice but now laced with an undertone of respect for your cunning.

The half-dragon leans in closer, his scaled nostrils flaring slightly as he takes in your scent. "Very well," he growls softly, "let it be known that I am yours to command." And with that, he raises one massive claw and cups your cheek gently before lowering his head until their eyes meet once more.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as their gazes lock in an unspoken agreement. Then, just as quickly, Draco snorts dismissively and turns away, studying the chamber's walls and furnishings as if

Draco's massive form tenses at your words, but after a moment he relaxes slightly and lets out a humorless chuckle. "Very well," he grumbles, not sounding entirely convinced. "I will endeavor to contain my...natural urges while under your command." His voice carries a hint of challenge still, as if daring you to contradict him further on the matter.

Turning away from you, Draco begins to pace back and forth across the chamber, his claws clicking against the stone floor with each step. It's clear that he is used to being in control and not accustomed to taking orders from anyone, let alone a mortal like yourself. However, for now at least, he seems content to obey your commands...as long as you don't push him too far.

Draco freezes in mid-stride, his body tense as he listens intently to your whispered words. The realization that someone else had hired you to retrieve him sinks in, and for a moment his expression is unreadable. "Why would they do such a thing?" he demands finally, his voice low but filled with barely restrained anger.

"To free me from this place?" His question is more of a challenge than an inquiry, daring you to reveal the truth behind their motives. The consultant, who has been hovering near the doorway out of earshot until now, eyes widen in alarm at the growing tension between master and slave.

The consultant, taken aback by your hostile outburst, quickly scurries away, muttering apologies as he retreats toward the exit. Once he's gone, Draco turns back to you, his expression shifting from anger to curiosity. "Well," he says cautiously, sitting down once more on the floor, "it seems that our relationship has become quite complicated rather quickly."

Draco looks away for a moment, pondering this new information before speaking again. "You're not like any other being I've encountered in my long existence," he says thoughtfully. "I can feel your magic...and it's unlike anything else. As much as I hate to admit it, I think that you may be the only one who can help me regain my freedom from whatever has trapped me here." His eyes meet yours again, searching for some sign of sincerity or deception.

Draco studies your body carefully, sizing it up as if assessing its potential speed and strength. After a moment's consideration, he nods slowly in agreement. "Yes, I believe I can fly us back to my keep quickly enough that we will not be pursued. Lead the way, and I shall follow close behind."

The half-dragon rises gracefully to his feet, his massive form towering over yours as he waits patiently for you to lead him out of your chamber and toward freedom.

"A wise plan," Draco growls, his nostrils flaring slightly as he scents the air within the chamber. "If you can free even a single slave girl from this place, it will be worth the effort." His expression softens slightly, and for a moment you glimpse the noble soul that lies beneath his fierce exterior. "I would recommend selecting one who shows promise or skill," he continues. "One who could potentially lead the others to freedom in time."

He stands patiently, waiting for you to make your decision. It's clear that Draco takes this responsibility seriously, and that he intends to do whatever is necessary to ensure the safety and freedom of those under his command... even if it means putting himself at risk once again.

Draco watches you with interest as you issue your commands, his gaze occasionally flicking toward the terrified slaves scurrying about to gather their belongings and prepare for their escape. The half-dragon takes a few steps forward, bellowing out an authoritative command of his own in a language that makes the air shake around him. The other slaves, recognizing his voice as one of authority even if they don't understand the words, fall silent and obey his order to assemble outside.

As the commotion dies down and everyone begins filing out of the chamber, Draco turns back to you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You seem to have a talent for this sort of thing," he remarks, his voice tinged with amusement. "It's fortunate that I decided not to kill you."

The consultant, looking noticeably pale and shaken by

Draco gives the consultant an amused glance before turning back to you, apparently taking your request for assassination as a joke. He chuckles darkly and says, "Perhaps another time." His tone is casual, almost playful, but there's a hint of steel beneath it that leaves no doubt as to the consequences should the consultant disobey him again. The smaller male, sensing Draco's irritation, quickly retreats from your presence and hurries out of the chamber.

The giant double doors leading outside finally creak open, admitting a flood of sunlight and fresh air into the chamber. As if summoned by an unspoken command, the terrified slaves begin to assemble before you, their eyes downcast and their shoulders hunched in submission. Draco studies them carefully for a moment, looking for any sign of resistance or rebellion. Satisfied that

Draco narrows his eyes as you speak, taking in every word carefully. When you finish, he barks out a short laugh before addressing the slave girls inside the carriage. "Listen well, my children," he growls, his voice carrying easily across the distance. "Your freedom is no longer guaranteed by this mortal's presence. You must act now, and swiftly, if you wish to escape the bondage that has been forced upon you."

The half-dragon paces back and forth before the carriage, his massive frame blocking much of the view from those inside. He looks strong enough to leap into the air and fly away on the spot, but for now he remains where he is, eyes trained on the frightened figures within. "Go," he commands finally, his voice calm but resolute. "I will not have you remain here as my prisoners. Take what you can carry, and flee."

With a

The slave girls look at one another uncertainly, but as they see the determination in Draco's eyes and hear it in his voice, they begin to rise slowly from their places inside the carriage. They gather their meager belongings and cautiously step out onto the ground, eyeing Draco warily before darting away into the distance.

Draco watches them go with a satisfied grunt, turning back toward where you lie unconscious on the ground. "And as for you, human," he growls, taking a step closer, his claws clicking ominously against the stone, "you have done well enough by freeing my people. Your debt to me is paid." He hesitates, then leans down and sniffs at you delicately before continuing, "Though I must admit, there was...an unexpected pleasure in our little game."

Without warning, the half-

Draco hesitates, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think he might do something to harm you further...but then his eyes soften, and a small smile plays at the corners of his mouth. "Very well," he murmurs. "I shall let you live." With that, he turns away from you and begins striding purposefully toward the distant horizon, disappearing into the wilderness as if he were nothing more than a shadow cast by the setting sun.

Time passes slowly as you lie there, recovering your strength and waiting for your next host to come along. You can't help but wonder how things might have been different had Draco not been so...unpredictable. But perhaps, in the end, his unconventional nature was what made him such a powerful and fascinating creature. And even though you didn't quite see eye-to-eye with him during your time together

As the slave girl strikes the rich master, a satisfied smile spreads across her face. She kneels down next to him, grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head back roughly, exposing his vulnerable neck. The magic in the air swirls around them, growing stronger with each passing moment as she focuses on her task at hand.

With a sudden snap, the girl breaks his neck, killing him instantly. She lets out a shuddering breath and wipes her brow with the back of her hand, finally looking relieved. "Well," she says gruffly, standing up tall, "that's one less asshole in the world." The magic dissipates from around her, leaving only a faint residue of power lingering in the air. She turns and walks off down the road, hands on her hips, apparently now resigned to continuing her life as a slave despite their recent freedom

The slave girl's victory over the rich master is short-lived as a shadow looms over her, casting an ominous pall over the scene. The half-dragon Draco appears once more, his massive form towering above her. "What have you done?" he growls, his eyes narrowing. "You were supposed to flee!"

The slave girl coweres before him, terrified by his sudden appearance and angry tone. "B-but he...he was gonna come back for us! He...he had to die!" she stammers, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands begin to shake uncontrollably as she realizes the grave mistake she has made.

Draco looks down at her with a mix of disbelief and disappointment. "You have doomed us all," he spits out bitterly before turning on his heel and disappearing back into the forest