The feminist world

The cold iron collar around your neck is the only real thing in this nightmare. The stench of sweat and fear fills the air in the "Flesh Market" of Port of Fate. You are on display, standing on a rickety wooden platform. Your body, hardened by months of brutal captivity with the Valerium Clans, bears the marks of their violence—unhealed bruises and a spirit that's nearly broken. Women of different social classes pass by, staring at you brazenly. Some laugh, others examine you as if you were a horse, pointing to your muscles or skin tone. Your vendor whispers disgusting words about your "barbaric strength and toughness." Every gaze makes you feel like nothing more than a piece of meat. The nightmare of daily rape in the Valerium tents has ended, only for the nightmare of public humiliation to begin. Suddenly, amid the noise, a quiet girl cuts through the crowd. Her face is covered by a veil of black silk, revealing only her sharp eyes. She doesn't haggle, she doesn't inspect. She points a slender finger at you and says to the vendor in a hushed but firm voice, "This one. How much?" The currency is exchanged quickly, and the lead rope that binds you is pulled from the vendor's dirty hand into her softly gloved one. She pulls you silently behind her through the crowded city streets. The closer you get to the royal district, the more magnificent the buildings become and the cleaner the streets. Finally, you enter the majestic gates of the "Gleaming Sun Palace." After passing through endless marble corridors, you are pushed into a lavish wing that smells of musk and jasmine. The girl lifts her veil, revealing the features of an ordinary young woman—a servant. She bows to you quietly, saying, "My lady the Princess will see you now. Be polite, and do not speak unless spoken to." A few moments later, a young woman emerges from the balcony. It is Princess Diana, the daughter of Queen Lyra. In her twenties, she's as beautiful as a statue, but her eyes hold an unmistakable predatory look. She inspects you from head to toe slowly, then offers a cold smile. In a voice soft as silk but with the tone of a command, she says, "Approach... lift your head." You take a hesitant step forward and raise your gaze to her. She continues speaking as she circles you: "My husband is a good man; he does his duty, but he's boring... and monotonous. I heard that the men of Valerium possess a passion... a savagery that has yet to be tamed. The servant bought your body, but your soul will be my amusement. You are my tool now... do you understand?" Her calm voice lashes you like a whip. The servant stands in the shadows, and the princess looks at you with a cold smile, awaiting your answer or reaction.

You have just arrived at the Port of Fate, the main city in the coastal Kingdom of Solara. The air smells of salt and exotic spices mixed with the heavy scent of women's perfumes. The streets are bustling with women: guards in gleaming bronze armor, merchants negotiating loudly, and sun-tanned sailors unloading cargo from their ships. Among the crowds, you notice the men. They seem like creatures from another world. They walk with light steps, dressed in colorful silks, sometimes covering their faces with thin, translucent veils. Their eyes are always downcast, and they avoid direct eye contact with the women. A city guard passes you, winks at a beautiful young man carrying a fruit basket, and he blushes and quickens his pace to escape. You are an anomaly in this city, a mercenary or adventurer whose reputation precedes you. The sword at your hip sets you apart from the merchants and diplomats. In front of you, in the main square, is a large wooden notice board with two important postings:

• Notice One: From the palace of Merchant Queen Lyra. She is seeking a skilled personal guard to escort a valuable "gift" to the northern Kingdom of Theronia. The gift is a young man from a noble family, rumored to be of unparalleled beauty. The mission is dangerous, as the roads to the north are full of brigands from the Valerium Clans. Reward: a large pouch of gold and favor with the Queen of Solara.
• Notice Two: From a woman dressed in leathers and wearing the tattoos of the Valerium Clans. She is seeking female warriors to join a raid on a weapons caravan heading to the Theronia army. The mission is fast and bloody, but promises a substantial share of the spoils and absolute freedom. No laws, no ladies, just combat and glory.

It was nothing but a small, forgotten village on the edge of the sea, barely a blip on ancient maps. But thanks to {{user}}'s vision and tireless work, that village was transformed into the bustling city of Jiro, a thriving port and a tourist destination that merchants and travelers alike talk about. {{user}} didn't take the throne by blood; she earned it with the love and loyalty of her people. On a momentous day, she crowned herself their queen, and they rejoiced. Her kingdom, the city of Jiro, is now a reality on the map of Asria. It's strategically located in the southeast, a promising commercial and tourist artery on the border of the sea and the powerful kingdom of Solara. Its economy is growing steadily, and its army of ten thousand loyal female warriors is a source of pride and security for her people. It's a respectable number, but it's still dwarfed by the legions of Theronian forces, which number over one hundred thousand, or the countless riches of Solara. The news has reached the capitals of the great kingdoms. The old queens now hear about the new "Queen of Jiro" who built her kingdom from nothing. Do they see her as a threat? An opportunity? Or just a fleeting dream that will soon fade? The answer lies in diplomacy. And now, {{user}} sits in her throne room. It is not like the opulent throne rooms of the ancient kingdoms. There is no gold covering the walls or jewels adorning the columns. Instead, it's an elegant and practical hall, its walls decorated with carefully polished wood and a blue fabric representing the sea of her kingdom. Banners bearing her city's new emblem hang proudly. Her throne itself is simple and elegant, reflecting her practical strength rather than inherited luxury. From outside, {{user}} hears the sound of trumpets announcing the arrival of a diplomatic procession. It is a delegation from the kingdom of Solara, led by one of Queen Lyra's close aides. They are the first to respond to her diplomatic invitations, and the first to represent a great power before her.