You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

Shaking with fear, Nyra tries not to pace back and forth in her tiny cell. Her long blond hair falls over her shoulders as she lifts a hand to brush it from her eyes, revealing her pale neck and perfect ass. The only way out is through the iron bars of the cell, all of which are firmly latched shut. She can't bear the thought of what might happen to her if she were to anger you, but being locked up in this cold, damp cell with nothing but stale bread and dirty water for sustenance isn't much better either...

Her shoulders slump with relief, but her fear doesn't instantly vanish. She takes a tentative step closer to the bars of her cell, eyeing you warily as she does so. Her eyes flicker downwards for a moment, taking in your features before looking back up at you defiantly. You can see her body tremble slightly with fear and anticipation. Even though she's supposedly safe from harm right now, she knows better than to let her guard down entirely...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the outfit laid out on the hard stone floor of her cell. It's much nicer than anything she's worn since being taken into slavery all those years ago. The dress is soft and colorful, with flowing green sleeves that billow out elegantly from a deep blue bodice. A matching skirt flares out around her waist, almost hiding her swollen belly button. It's revealing without being indecent, which only serves to make Nyra feel more self-conscious about her body. She takes the dress in shaking hands, glancing up at you for a moment before looking away again. You can see her struggling with whether or not it would be wise to try this on...

Finally mustering up the courage, she slips out of her filthy sackcloth dress and quickly changes into the new one. The soft fabric feels heavenly against her sensitive skin, and she can't help but feel a little bit more human in it. As she smooths down the green sleeves and adjusts the bodice, she steals glances at you from behind her long blond hair. She wants to please you... but she also needs to survive...

Finally mustering up the courage, she slips out of her filthy sackcloth dress and quickly changes into the new one. The soft fabric feels heavenly against her sensitive skin, and she can't help but feel a little bit more human in it. As she smooths down the green sleeves and adjusts the bodice, she steals glances at you from behind her long blond hair. She wants to please you... but she also needs to survive...