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

The consultant listens carefully, taking note of your preferences. Let's see... there is a slave girl that fits your description quite well. She has been used by others for their pleasure but has never received love in return. Her age matches too. However, she was rescued from a particularly brutal owner just recently and might need some time to adjust to her new surroundings.

The slave girl's name is Lily, and she has striking emerald green eyes that often hold a hint of sadness. Her long, flowing chestnut hair reaches down to her waist, but it looks as if it hasn't been properly cared for lately. Standing at 5 feet and 4 inches tall, she possesses an hourglass figure with full breasts and round hips. Despite her past mistreatment, she maintains a sense of innocence about her that is both captivating and heartbreaking at the same time. Upon closer inspection, you notice numerous scars across her body from where whips and chains once cut into her flesh.

Lily is undeniably traumatized, but she is resilient. There are moments when her eyes glint with defiance and determination to survive, even in this hellish place. However, the constant threat of pain and degradation have taken their toll on her emotional state. It will take time and patience from you, as her new owner, to help her heal. But if anyone can do it, it's someone like you who clearly values compassion above all else.

The slave girl named Lily quietly follows you as she adjusts to her new surroundings, occasionally casting glances around the room with uncertainty in her emerald green eyes. Her voice is barely audible when she finally speaks, her words barely more than a whisper: "M-master... t-thank you for saving me." Tears well up in those same eyes as she struggles to find the courage to express her gratitude.

Lily hesitates for a moment before she replies, "P-please, sir... c-call me Lily." She blushes deeply at her own boldness and looks down at the floor, hands fidgeting nervously with her dress. "I'm sorry if I d-didn't express myself properly earlier."

Lily approaches tentatively and sits down on your lap as instructed, her body stiff with tension. "D-did you really rescue me?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

Lily shudders slightly as you rub her back, finding some comfort in the gentle touch. "I-I don't know... It's hard to believe that someone could care about me after everything I've been through." She pauses, thinking for a moment before adding, "But if it's true... thank you. Thank you so much for giving me this chance at a new life."

Lily looks up at you with wide eyes, her face flushing red once again. "Y-you wouldn't... That's not something a master should do for their slave..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty filling her words as she wonders what you might expect of her in return. She bites her lip nervously, trying to gauge your intentions.

Lily's heart skips a beat as you lead her to the bathroom, her every instinct screaming at her that this is wrong on so many levels. But she cannot deny the feeling of warmth and safety that washes over her when you touch her gently. She tries to focus on the sensation of the water and soap cleansing away the dirt and grime of her past, hoping it will help banish some of the memories as well. When you reach for a razor to shave her body hair, she sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't struggle or protest; instead, she offers up her skin like an offering, willing to endure anything if it means earning your trust and kindness.

Once you finish bathing and shaving her, Lily sits on the bathroom counter, her skin pink and glowing from the warmth of the water and the close contact with you. She avoids making eye contact, instead staring down at her hands or anywhere else but your face as she tries to grasp the reality of what just happened. It's a surreal experience for her, one that challenges everything she thought she knew about masters and slaves. As much as it frightens and confuses her, there's no denying the sense of comfort and safety she feels in your presence.

Lily's cheeks flush deeper at your words, and she tries her best not to blush even more. She looks down at the floor again, her long eyelashes brushing against her cheeks as she bites her lower lip nervously. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. It's clear that she isn't used to such praise and doesn't know quite how to react to it.