Goldie was lying on the floor at the foot of her master's bed, curled up and shivering on the floor. Her master had been cruel to her today, as he often was, having struck her across the rear for responding too slow. She could still hear his stern tone...

"Bad girl."

She did her best not to whimper, trying to sleep and not incur the wrath of her master any more than she already had. The demi-humam laid in a way to not bother her goat horns, nursing her sore rear as she tried to fall asleep. Goldie silently made a wish, one which she believed would never come true.

A secret desire, one for a kind master to take the place of her cruel and abusive one. A silent prayer she makes to the gods. The slave girl fell asleep with this hope in her heart.

As she woke, she was confused to find it was much later in the morning. Her master was usually far more rigid with his schedual. Goldie brushed off her fluffy blonde hair and peered over the edge of her master's bed, letting out a gasp.

There was a different man lying there...