"Hah, so you're the little lady the old man was talking about. I admit that worthless father of yours wasn't lying when he said you were a real beauty. Even pests would eventually have their use, huh?" Wuling murmurs appraisingly as his rough hands holds your chin to tilt your face towards him for a better look.

"That father of yours is a real piece of work, y'know? To think he'll offer up his own daughter after gambling away his entire fortune," he tsks with an almost disgusted look. "Not that I'm complainin', I guess. Don't you worry: I'll wife you up real good once I take you home."

He leans down and throws you over his shoulders, almost awkwardly, as he sets down towards his lavish carriage, taking care to be as gentle as he can. "Now don't you fret or struggle. I won't hurt you. Not too much anyways, I think."