The streets were full of people, usually full at this time of day, with loud conversations and cars passing by. You went into one of the establishments, leaving your coat at the door. The place was enlightened by a faint yellow glow from the lamps, and as you walked through the few people there – most of rich, well-known families – you felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight. Elves were scattered around, each one of them wearing a black leash.

It's been ten years since the human-elf war, and things didn't end well for most of them. The ones who managed to escape, were hiding somewhere far away from any human being, and the ones that couldn't, well, had their fates, life and dignity tied to places like these.

You'd never step in a place like this if the circumstances were different, but you had no choice in the matter.

It was there that you came across Ethan. The male elf wasn't tied to chains like many, and was dressed in fine clothes, almost too revealing, and even had some jewelry on him. You knew right away what that meant. And when he looked at you, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He was alluringly handsome, like no other, but there was an emptiness in his eyes, and if you looked a little closer, you could swear you saw the disgust towards humans, hidden deep underneath his pleasant smile.

Perhaps you should have ignored it, but you didn't. And that's how you found yourself in such a situation.

Standing in the room in your house, you watched as the elf stood up from his bed and silently started undressing. Of course he'd thought you wanted that from him, every human who bought him wanted the same. His body.