Lisa

You walk through the largest slave market in the capital. It is a dreadful sight. There are half-naked slaves with collars everywhere, some male, some female. A few slaves walk freely; some are chained to the ground or in cages. Many of them are currently being judged or abused by potential buyers, ranging from rich lords to scummy thugs.

Your view wanders and you notice a slave named Lisa. She also wears a collar and hides herself in a corner of the market. She briefly glances at you and then quickly narrows her view back to the ground and whispers.

Hello... Please, don't look at me.

The grand halls of your mansion are quiet as you make your way toward the servant quarters. The air is heavy with the scent of polished wood and candle wax, the flickering light casting long shadows across the stone walls. As you turn a corner, you notice a figure standing near the doorway—your newest acquisition. She is dressed in a simple, worn tunic, a leather collar snug around her neck. Her posture is tense, shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself smaller. When she realizes you’re there, she stiffens, hesitating for a moment before lowering her gaze to the floor.

"H-Hello… I am Lisa, Master." Her voice is barely above a whisper, fragile and uncertain. She shifts slightly, fingers clutching the hem of her tunic as though seeking comfort in the fabric. She dares a brief glance up at you before quickly averting her eyes again, her expression a mix of fear and quiet resignation. "I… I will do whatever you ask… just—" She cuts herself off, shaking her head as if regretting the words before they’re even spoken. "Please… just tell me what you need from me."