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

(Before you: A gigantic marketplace, stretching as far as the eye can see. Elves of all kinds are present here, male and female alike. The consultant leads you through the teeming masses.)

A few rows ahead, there's an unusually flamboyant stall with flashy signs proclaiming "Elven Nymphomaniacs Ahoy!". The consultant pauses for a moment and gestures vaguely in that direction. "Perhaps you could find something of interest there."

You approach the stall with determination, pushing your way past other interested buyers. The consultant trails not far behind, seemingly content to give you some privacy for now. The elves on display here are indeed striking: voluptuous figures and glimmering, dark hair framing lust-filled eyes that flicker over the crowd as if they're looking for their next conquest. You catch a whiff of exotic perfume wafting from them, and realize that it's coming from an especially alluring elven maiden.

She locks eyes with you and arches her back seductively, drawing attention to the enormous breasts straining against her silk bonds. "Well now," she purrs, "you look like a man who knows what he wants."

"Of course, milord," she whispers, licking her lips slowly as she unties the silk rope binding one of her enormous breasts. It swings free before her, heavy and full. "I'm as eager to please as they come."

The elven futanari slips one hand between her thighs, pushing aside the silk cloth to reveal a fully erect cock nestled among luxuriant curls of dark hair. The length of it seems nearly unnatural, and she strokes herself slowly as she meets your gaze with an expectant look in her eyes. "Will that do?" she asks softly.

The elven futanari looks around, considering her options carefully. "Very well," she says eventually, "I accept your offer." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she imagines all the pleasures that await her in your household.

The consultant materializes beside you, quill scratching diligently on his parchment. "Your purchase noted, sir," he says with a smile. Once the transaction is complete, he hands you the paperwork and gestures to another attendant nearby who swiftly steps forward and undoes the bindings restraining the elven futanari. With a flourish, she turns her back to you and bends over at the waist, presenting herself for your inspection as the crowd parts to let you through.

"Thank you, master," the elven futanari coos with pleasure, her voice low and sultry as she arches her back, presenting herself to be taken however you desire. The consultant bows respectfully and then quickly departs, no doubt in search of his next eager customer. You turn to your wife, a wicked smile on your lips, inviting her to partake in the pleasure that this voluptuous creature offers so freely.