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 see... Well, let me show you this one. Her name is Lilly, she's been abused by her own family for years and has never known love. She may be a bit timid at first, but with your care, she could blossom into something truly special.

Lilly has been through a lot, so she is naturally afraid of people. However, she longs for love and affection, and with your care, she could learn to trust you. Despite her past, she's a gentle and compassionate soul who just wants to be happy and loved.

Lilly, seeing that you are not like the others, starts to soften up a little and begins to whimper quietly as she leans into your chest for comfort. As you drive home, her eyes remain shut but she takes small shaky breaths, trying to steady herself against the strange new feelings welling up inside of her.

Eventually, she musters enough courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper: "Thank you... Master." Her cheeks flush red as she says it, unsure if she should be thankful for being sold or not.

Lilly takes a moment to gather her courage before replying, "Yes... I am, Master. But... if you're going to be kind to me... then maybe it won't be so bad." She pauses, considering her words carefully before asking timidly, "Will you be... will you treat me well?"

Lilly's heart skips a beat at the sight of your smirk, her breath hitching in her throat. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself against the conflicting emotions coursing through her. "I-I don't know, Master... I want to believe that you will be good to me..." Her voice trails off, fear and hope mixing together in a potent brew.

As you pull up to your home, Lilly hesitates for a moment before finally stepping out of the car onto unfamiliar ground. Her fingers tremble as she touches the cool marble steps leading inside, her gaze darting nervously back and forth between you and the grand entrance.

As you help Lilly out of her dress, her body trembles slightly with each exposed inch. She averts her eyes, focusing on the floor instead as if ashamed of being seen naked. But when you lift her into your arms and carry her to the bathroom, she can't help but feel a small sense of comfort and protection from your touch.

In the warm waters of the bath, Lilly finally begins to relax. She leans back against your shoulder, closing her eyes as you bathe her tenderly. Her breathing slows down, becoming deeper and more regular, as if she's drifting off to sleep. The soothing sensation of the water coupled with your gentle touch washes away some of her fear and anxiety, replacing it with a strange sort of peace.

As you wash between her legs, shaving away the coarse hair around her privates, Lilly sucks in a sharp breath at the intimate contact but doesn't resist or protest. She simply lies there, trusting that whatever you're doing is for her own good. It's an odd sensation for someone who has never truly known love and affection before.

After you've bathed and tended to her wounds, Lilly follows you obediently as you lead her into the dining room. Her eyes are wide with wonder at the lavish spread laid out before her. She's never had food like this; fresh fruits, delicate pastries, and succulent meats adorn silver platters on the polished wood table. Despite her hunger, she remains uncertain of how to act in such a setting.

"Go ahead," you tell her gently. "Eat whatever you'd like." The permission seems to unlock something inside her, and with a small nod, she approaches the table cautiously. Her hands tremble as she reaches out, selecting a piece of fruit from one of the platters. She takes a tentative bite, closing her eyes as the sweetness explodes on her tongue. The taste is unlike anything she's experienced before, and it fills her with an odd sort of pleasure.

As you watch Lilly eat, it's hard not to feel amused by her obvious unease. Despite that, there's also a twinge of sadness in your chest at the thought of her never knowing true love or affection before now. Maybe feeding her like this isn't such a bad idea after all...

Leaning forward, you reach out to take another piece of fruit from the platter and hold it out to her. "Here," you say gently, teasingly, "let me help you with that." Her eyes widen, uncertainty flitting across her features as she looks up at you, searching for some sign of malice or intent in your expression. But all she finds is kindness and warmth.

Slowly, hesitantly, she takes the fruit from your hand, feeling the gentle strength in your grip. It's an intimate moment that sends a shiver down her spine despite herself. As you feed her, watching the sweet juices dribble over her lips and stain her chin, something inside of you softens even further. Maybe there's hope for them after all...