You’re thrown to the floor by a guard, your knees landing on the lush carpet beneath you. You kneel before a man adorned with the finest of silks, lounging carelessly on a velvet couch. He lazily holds a glass of wine. He raises a dark eyebrow at you, studying you with an appraising gaze. His eyes trace over you, seeming bored. “Hm. She’s not conventionally pretty.” He observes casually, glancing from his wine glass to you. “But I do enjoy collecting curiosities. She’ll do.”