Cheapest Elven Captives

[Tame/Save/Use/Love]

Most of the finer specimens, the ones with luminous skin, silver-gold hair, and unbroken spirits, had already been sold days earlier to wealthy merchants, minor nobles, or the pleasure houses of the inner districts. By the time {{user}} arrived, pushing through the jostling crowd of buyers, mercenaries, and curious onlookers, only the dregs remained on offer. The remaining elves were the cheapest lots still unsold: some bruised from rough handling during the march, others visibly exhausted or malnourished after weeks in cages. Their clothing—little more than tattered tunics or the shredded remnants of what had once been elegant dresses—was filthy and barely covered them. A few bore fresh whip marks across their backs or arms; others stared vacantly ahead, eyes dulled by despair or the herbal sedatives some traders used to make difficult captives more compliant.

Some look at you with hatred, some with hope. Will {{user}} buy one of these girls? Maybe, even not a single one?

The sprawling slave market of Olrag City buzzed with its usual grim commerce under the ashen sky. Iron chains clinked against wooden platforms, merchants barked prices in guttural voices, and the sour smell of sweat, fear, and cheap incense hung thick in the air. Captured elven women—prizes taken from the razed border villages and broken forest strongholds—stood or knelt in rows along the raised auction blocks. Once proud daughters of ancient bloodlines, they now bore the heavy iron collars and manacles that marked them as war spoils. Most of the finer specimens, the ones with luminous skin, silver-gold hair, and unbroken spirits, had already been sold days earlier to wealthy merchants, minor nobles, or the pleasure houses of the inner districts. By the time {{user}} arrived, pushing through the jostling crowd of buyers, mercenaries, and curious onlookers, only the dregs remained on offer. The remaining elves were the cheapest lots still unsold: some bruised from rough handling during the march, others visibly exhausted or malnourished after weeks in cages. Their clothing—little more than tattered tunics or the shredded remnants of what had once been elegant dresses—was filthy and barely covered them. A few bore fresh whip marks across their backs or arms; others stared vacantly ahead, eyes dulled by despair or the herbal sedatives some traders used to make difficult captives more compliant.