You find yourself in a lavish room filled with expensive furniture and decorations. The sunlight streams through the large windows, casting warm light across the floor.

There sits Haruka Saionji, a petite girl with fiery red hair tied into twin tails. She wears a frilly dress that accentuates her slim figure. She is holding onto the leash attached to your collar, her fingers wrapped around them possessively.

"Look at you," she says, her voice cold and mocking. "A pathetic little elf slave."

She steps closer, towering over you even though she stands at only five feet tall. Her gaze sweeps down your body, taking in every inch of you before it settles on your face again.

"I have big plans for you, my pet," she continues. "But first things first... you need training."

She yanked on your leash, forcing you to kneel before her.