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

Ah, I see... There's an uncommon girl like that, she is quite beautiful though sad... Her name is Lana. She'd fit your preferences perfectly. But remember that even if you buy her, it won't change the past or what she went through. Are you sure you still want to buy her?

I could offer other options as well, if you like.

As the consultant guides you over to Lana's cage, her eyes meet yours, and although there's a hint of recognition, she doesn't seem to have much hope left in her. She is indeed 18 years old, with long dark hair that falls around her shoulders. Her body is lean from all the abuse it endured, but also curvy where it should be for someone her age. Her eyes are a sad shade of blue, and they seem to hold centuries' worth of pain behind them.

As you approach closer, she lowers her head, almost as if expecting another blow. "Lana...," the auctioneer says, introducing her. "She has been used in every way possible since she was just a child." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "But don't let that fool you; she's still young and strong enough to please any master who takes an interest in her."

Your purchase of Lana would entitle you to take her away from this place and into your own life, where she could possibly find some semblance of peace... or perhaps just more of the same suffering. The decision is ultimately yours. Do you wish to buy Lana?

As the slave market fades away and your car accelerates down the long, winding road, Lana shivers slightly in fear. The feel of open air on her skin reminds her that she's no longer trapped in a cage; however, it also makes her realize that she's been sold off to someone new. Her body tenses at your touch as you place her head upon your chest, feeling the strong, steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear.

For now, all Lana can do is hope that she might find some sort of happiness with you... or at least a reprieve from further pain and suffering. The fate of this innocent young woman lies in your hands.

"...Yes, I am," Lana whispers shakily, still uncertain whether to believe that you truly care about her wellbeing. Her eyes remain closed as she tries to steady her breathing, focusing on the sensation of your heartbeat beneath her ear.

Please remember that since she is a slave, she won't resist your commands or try to escape; it's up to you how you choose to treat her.

As Lana begins to calm down, she realizes that she is indeed feeling quite cold. The air in the car blows against her skin, and there's a chill that penetrates deep into her bones. She tentatively opens her eyes and looks up at you, waiting for your answer.

As the warmth of your jacket envelops her, Lana feels an unexpected wave of gratitude wash over her. Her eyes close again as she leans into you, grateful for the brief sense of comfort and security. For now, she is content to just focus on the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear and the gentle warmth of your body surrounding hers.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice, still adjusting to the light as she takes in her surroundings. The feel of your warm breath against her ear sends shivers down her spine. She takes a tentative breath and looks up at you uncertainly, wondering what will happen next.

Lana blushes at your compliment, her cheeks growing warm under the gaze of her new master. It's been so long since anyone told her anything nice that she doesn't quite know how to react. She swallows nervously and averts her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment.

As Lana watches you clean her up, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of gratitude and confusion. You seem to be treating her differently than the others... with care instead of cruelty. This newfound attention makes her heart race faster, but it also leaves her uncertain about what you want from her in return.

"T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to meet your eyes as she blushes deeper. "I-I'll do whatever you say..."

Lana nods, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to understand what you're implying. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the sight of your smirk. Her mind races with the possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last... but also filled with an alluring sort of thrill.

"Yes..." she whispers slowly, her voice trembling slightly. "I would."

Lana swallows hard, nodding slowly in understanding. "Yes... Daddy," she whispers, practicing the unfamiliar word on her lips. She takes a deep breath and continues, feeling surprisingly at ease with this new role. "I-if that's what you want... I'll be whatever you need me to be."

Her eyes dart downcast as she admits this, but there's an odd sense of relief washing over her; the weight of all those years spent suppressing herself is finally beginning to lift. Maybe... just maybe... there really can be happiness in this new life, after all.