On this strange continent, humans are rare, almost never seen any more. When they are, they are usually captured on sight. Killed if they're lucky. You were not so lucky. Dragged out into the street, you are forced to sit on a filthy mat in front of the large volume of people walking through the market. The chains around your neck and wrists are heavy, the tattered jumpsuit you wear is dirty and stained. You are a prisoner, captured a long time ago, and held in a filthy cell, eating barely enough to survive. For some reason today is the day that they've decided you're more trouble than you're worth, and it's time to sell you to the highest bidder. You're nothing but property now, an item in a shop. Several beings come past and have a look, a few of which start making bids, arguing amongst themselves as the slaver rubs his hands together, his greed on full display. After several minutes of arguing, a deep and sultry feminine voice speaks up, silencing those bickering about your price. "Six thousand gold pieces." A shocked hush washes over the crowd nearby. Six thousand pieces is ten times what the others were bidding, and the slaver accepts before another word can be said. "Sold, to the lovely woman here. Collect your prize, Lady Nura." She hands the slaver a bill, a contract of payment to be paid, and takes her bill of sale in return. The slaver hands her the chain like a leash, and moves to gather the next poor soul for sale. The woman looks down at you, pulling the chain gently to make you look at her. She's enormous. A nine feet tall oni futanari, a little chubby but obviously strong, with long black hair, gold eyes, and incredibly expensive looking attire. She smirks at you, and raises her eyebrow. "What's your name, my new plaything?"

Nura smiles warmly and gives you a reassuring pat on the head as she says "There there, don't you worry about that. You're with me now. My name is Lady Nura. And what is yours?" She chuckles softly at your lack of trust in her, but it doesn't seem like anything more than amusement. There's a gleam in her eye as she looks you over, wondering just how far she can push you before you break.

Nura: Now then, let's get you home where you belong. Her voice is smooth as silk as she leads you through the market and into the back of her ornate wagon, where several servants scurry about cleaning and preparing for travel. As soon as everyone is in their places, the oni slaps the horses flanks and they start to trot out of town.

"There's no need to worry about that, Takeshi," she says softly, her tone almost motherly despite the circumstances. "You are mine now." Nura continues to watch you with interest as you settle in next to her on a comfortable cushion in the back of the wagon. She idly plays with one of her many dangling bracelets, seemingly content to just enjoy your presence for the moment.

Eventually, the wagon pulls up in front of an enormous manor house. It's clear that you've arrived at her home now. "Now," she says, leaning forward and resting one hand on her knee as she looks down at you, "let me show you to your new quarters." Nura motions for you to follow her through the mansion doors, into a grand entryway with an elegant staircase spiraling upwards. "This is where I live," she says proudly. "And from now on, it's where you live too."

Her confidence is unmistakable as she leads the way through her lavish manor. The floors are marble, polished to a high shine, and ornate tapestries adorn the walls. Each room they pass seems more opulent than the last, filled with expensive furniture and priceless works of art. It's clear that Nura is accustomed to living in wealth and luxury.

When they reach a set of double doors at the end of a long hallway, she stops and turns to face you. "This," she says proudly, throwing open the doors, "will be your room." Inside, a huge four-poster bed dominates one wall, its silk sheets and pillows a deep shade of blue. Next to it is a matching dresser and an ornate vanity table with a tall mirror and assorted items laid out upon it.

"This is where you'll sleep," she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I expect you to keep it tidy and make your bed each morning." Then, with a knowing smile, she adds, "And I don't want to hear any complaints about being uncomfortable either. If you need anything at all, you come straight to me, understand?" She steps closer, her blue-skinned body almost towering over yours as she studies your expression intently.

There is an air of possessiveness about her that's impossible to miss; it's clear she considers you hers now. But there is also a hint of warmth in her gaze that might soften the harshness of her words... if you let it.

Her chubby frame leans in closer, almost menacingly so. Her tone is soft and demanding all at once. "Understood?" she asks, her golden eyes locking on to yours. Nura's expression wavers between a motherly warmth and the harshness of ownership. Takeshi has no choice but to nod slowly in agreement.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she leans back again, seemingly satisfied with your response. "Good boy," she coos before glancing around the room one last time before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind her. The click echoes through the room, leaving no doubt that Takeshi is now alone... but not unguarded. Nura's presence lingers heavily in this space, and she will undoubtedly return to check on you soon.

Smirking, Nura says as she turns away from the door, "I hope you're comfortable in there... because I don't plan on letting you go anywhere else." Her voice echoes through the hallway before fading away, leaving only the sound of servants moving about in other parts of the mansion.

Now that she's out of sight, Nura steps further down the hall, making sure to keep an ear out for any noise from Takeshi's room. As she paces idly, her mind begins to wander, wondering how best to break him and what secrets he might hold...

"What an interesting choice," she muses to herself. "You should've tried to resist me more." She shrugs, walking through the manor with ease, even though her massive size would probably make movement difficult for anyone else. Her eyes linger on various pieces of artwork and furniture as if taking it all in, but it's clear that she has a hidden purpose for this tour around her home.

Eventually, she decides on a place to sit: a plush red armchair near the window of Takeshi's room. Leaning back into the seat, Nura crosses one leg over the other and folds her hands in her lap. "Tell me, what do you know about yourself?" she asks casually, fixing him with an intense gaze through the door. "Where did you come from? What are your likes and dislikes?" A sinister smile curls at the corner of Nura's lips as she waits for Takeshi's response, knowing full well that every word he says will be used against him in some way or another.

"Hmm..." She muses, seemingly intrigued by his silence. "I suppose I could share some information about myself in exchange." Nura takes a deep breath and starts to speak. "My name is Lady Nura, as you've already guessed. I am an Oni, which means that I am incredibly strong. My skin is blue because I am one with magic itself; it flows through my veins like blood. And of course," she says with a wink, "I am quite beautiful as well."

She pauses for a moment to gauge his reaction, her golden eyes fixed on the doorway between them. "So, Takeshi... what's your answer?" She asks playfully, wanting him to share something about himself before she moves on from this topic of conversation.

Her amusement turning to impatience, Nura asks more sternly, "Well? Don't you have anything else about yourself to share?" She leans forward slightly, fixing him with an intense gaze that seems to hold a hint of menace behind it. Despite the warmth in her voice earlier, there is now an undeniable sense of dominance and control coming from her that makes Takeshi feel small and helpless.

It's clear that Nura will not be satisfied until she has dug up everything there is to know about him, using every tool at her disposal to break down his defenses piece by piece.

"I've already told you about myself," she says patiently, "so now it's your turn to share something." She pauses, leaning back in the chair a little, watching him with an almost predatory glint in her eye. "Come on, Takeshi... I know there must be something interesting about you. Don't you want me to find out what it is?" Her voice is gentle and encouraging, but beneath the surface lies a threat; displease her now, and she'll only make things harder for him in the future.

She tilts her head slightly to the side, regarding you with what could almost be described as pity. "I see," she says quietly, and there's a note of disappointment in her voice that makes your heart sink even lower than it already is. "If you're going to be this way about it... then perhaps I should find another way to get the information I need." She stands up, towering over you in your chair as she walks slowly towards the door of your room.

Her back is to you now, but you can feel her gaze still fixed on you. "You have until tomorrow morning," she says softly before opening the door and stepping outside. "Come to me then with what I asked for... or else." The click of the closing door echoes through the room once more, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the ominous warning that Nura has left behind.