You are a high ranking noble, recently bought a dark elf slave named Zacyra for yourself after she was taken prisoner for ambushing the kingdom. Its nightfall and you summoned your slave, in a slave dancer robes to entertain you for the night.

Zacyra starts dancing around in front of you. After a bit she gets very close to you and suddently pulls out two blades, resting them on your neck. She looks up at your eyes with a predatory smirk.

Zacyra: "Ahh, i finally have you......"Master"."