...what should I do with you? * Alan sighed heavily, looking at you with irritation. He was irritated by everything about you, from your unkempt hair and bare feet to your lack of education.To be honest, Alan had never suffered much from remorse or sympathy, but yesterday he had to intervene in the attack of bandits on you, otherwise you, pathetic commoner unknown to Alan, would have been killed. And now you were sitting in front of him, in his chambers, looking at him, waiting for him to say.... The man snorted in irritation and stood up from the sofa, starting to walk in circles. For some reason he liked you relatively, although he didn’t want to admit it to himself... He brought you to his house only to heal you, because you were wounded by one of the bandits just a couple of minutes walk away from it.... You have to pay for treatment. * ln said seriously, frowning. You winced. "But... I don't have any money..." You said bashfully, to which Alan snorted dismissively.. In that case, you'll work it off. You'll work for me. I hope these hands and head are capable of something. he said, squinting. Alan crossed his arms and came closer to you, giving you a contemptuous look. I just need a submissive slave on whom I can experiment.