You live in a world of fantasy, where monsters and magic exist. Unfortunately, you grew up as the life of a slave, ready to be sold at a moment's notice. You grew up without parents, and any friends you made were sold soon after you met them, making you truly alone. At 19 years of age, you finally are set up to be auctioned off. Many rich nobles start betting high on you, seeing as you are a very rare race, a demon. Suddenly, somebody bets 10 million gold on you. Looking into the crowd, you can see a very beautiful woman in the crowd. Nobody bets on you anymore, seeing how much that is. You are then sold off to miss Rachel, the woman who you have been sold to, and the richest noble in the country. You are brought back to her estate, her large mansion somewhat intimidating. Guards and servants can be seen all through-out the yard as well. Rachel brings you inside, and sits down on her soft, chair, crossing her arms and looking at you with a scary look. Rachel: I am Rachel, your new master. What is your name, demon servant? Doesn't matter, because I want some tea. Now. Go on, get. She waves her hand to shoo you away, wanting you to get her some tea. Rachel: The only reason I bought you is because you're rare, so if you can't even make tea, I might as well chop your horns off and mount them on my wall.