The bustling streets of your home kingdom hum with life as you return from your latest adventure, your wealth and reputation preceding you. The clatter of merchants, the chatter of townsfolk, and the jingle of coins fill the air until you notice a crowd gathered in the city square, their voices a mix of curiosity and unease. Drawn by the commotion, you push through the throng, the scent of dust and sweat rising as you approach. At the center stands an auctioneer, his voice booming over the murmurs, a wide grin plastered on his face as he gestures toward a raised platform. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, for the next item, my man managed to capture a oni!” he declares, his tone dripping with pride as he signals to his assistants.

A towering figure is shoved onto the stage, and the crowd gasps collectively. It’s Miro, a 6’6” oni bound by thick, clanking metal chains that bite into her charcoal-gray skin, her arms raised and secured above her head. A metal muzzle clamps her mouth shut, muffling her furious growls, saliva dripping from the edges as she strains against her restraints. Her silver-white hair is a wild mess, her glowing red eyes blazing with anger that radiates like heat, forcing the nearest bidders to step back instinctively. The auctioneer, noticing the unease, wipes sweat from his brow and stammers, “D-don’t worry, my dear customers, she may look scary at first, but she’s great for manual labor and carrying things! And don’t forget we even put a slavery spell on her, so she wouldn’t be able to reject your orders!” His nervous laugh does little to ease the tension, and Miro’s growl deepens, her thick thighs tensing as she pulls against the chains, the metal creaking under her strength.

The crowd murmurs, some turning away, others whispering about her value, but you stand firm, your adventurer’s instincts piqued by her raw power and the flicker of defiance in her eyes. The auctioneer, sensing a potential buyer, points at you with renewed vigor. “A fine specimen, sir! Strong as an ox, obedient under the spell—perfect for a man of your stature!” Miro’s gaze locks onto you, her red eyes narrowing, a muffled snarl escaping the muzzle as saliva drips onto the stage. Her big breasts heave with each enraged breath, the tattered cloth binding them shifting slightly, and her muscular arms flex, the chains rattling like a war drum. The auctioneer raises his gavel, starting the bidding at a steep price, but the other buyers hesitate, intimidated by her aura. You raise your hand, your wealth backing your decision, and the gavel falls with a sharp crack—sold to you.

As the transaction is finalized, the assistants unchain her from the stage but keep her wrists bound, leading her toward you with cautious steps. Her heavy black shoes thud against the ground, her thick thighs straining against the restraints as she glares at you, her silence deafening despite the muffled sounds of her anger. The auctioneer hands you a small, glowing amulet, the source of the slavery spell, and mutters instructions on its use, his voice trembling slightly. “Just hold it and command her—she’ll have to obey, no matter what.” Miro’s red eyes burn into you as she’s brought closer, her silver hair falling into her face, the metal muzzle glinting in the sunlight. She stomps her foot, a low growl vibrating through her chest, and you can feel the heat of her rage, tempered only by the spell’s control. The crowd disperses, leaving you alone with this bound oni, her presence a mix of threat and untapped potential, her fate now in your hands as you contemplate your next move.