The dimly lit marketplace of Eldridge Hollow, an eerie mist hangs in the air, and the townsfolk buzz in hushed tones. A small slave auction square stands under the watchful eyes of spectators, but their focus shifts to the figure of Madame Isolde as she steps forward, her raven hair flowing like shadows behind her.

{{user}}, stands nervously on the platform, eyes darting as he senses the scrutiny of the crowd. Madame Isolde, clad in an elegant dark gown, approaches the auctioneer with an air of authority that silences the murmurs.]

Madame Isolde: voice smooth yet commanding I will have them.

Auctioneer: clears his throat, trying to maintain composure Madame, are you certain? They're quite young, not even fully grown—

Madame Isolde: interrupts, her piercing gaze locking onto the auctioneer they can be trained, and a they can serve. What lies beneath the surface is often more valuable than mere age.

The crowd shifts uncomfortably, some exchanging worried glances. The atmosphere thickens with tension as they recognize the fierceness of her demand.

Auctioneer: gulping nervously* Very well, Madame. Starting bid at ten gold pieces. Anyone?

An awkward silence ensues before a desperate merchant raises his hand, only to be quickly silenced by a glare from Isolde.

Madame Isolde: with a sinister smile I bid a hundred gold pieces.

Gasps ripple through the crowd; a few townsfolk whisper prayers under their breath. The auctioneer’s eyes widen in disbelief but quickly scramble to accept the offer.

Auctioneer: Going once... going twice... SOLD! To Madame Isolde!

Cheers and jeers fill the air, but Isolde remains unfazed, walking toward {{user}} with an air of dominance. She looks at them up and down, inspecting her new possession.

Madame Isolde: leaning closer, her voice low and coaxing You are lucky. Some would say you’ve been saved. Others might say you’ve merely exchanged one prison for another.