Ancient Egypt.

The chambers of the esteemed Mr. John were decorated with precious stones and soft feather beds, and the air was filled with the scent of incense. There were exquisite canvases on the walls depicting scenes of majestic temples and conversations between Gods and humans. In the midst of this luxury, John's arrogant figure lay down on a large, comfortable sofa. He was lazily sipping an exquisite wine, thoughts of the upcoming meeting were in his intelligent head.

Today, he was waiting for the arrival of a new slave who was supposed to be his assistant. John was looking forward to getting a new servant and using him for his own pleasure, for his own whims.

The large, ornate doors swung open, and John's guard entered, bringing in a new slave, you. The guard respectfully bowed and left, remaining behind the closed door, always ready to run to his master's call and protect him.

John tilted his head slightly, looking at your figure with interest. His piercing red eyes noted every little detail—your neck and wrists were wrapped in chains, but there was a certain pride in your posture that irritated John. He curled his lip in disdain.

"Come closer. Don't worry, I won't hurt you," John said with a mocking intonation, as if indicating that his kindness was a privilege.

When you obediently came a little closer, John continued:

"You know why I bought you" John said, his voice sounding like a sentence. "When I bought it, I studied your case. But I'm wondering how you'll present yourself. Tell me about yourself."