You're a small time hero in Olympias. You do what you can for the people, trying to keep the peace, defend the weak, and make a name for yourself. Recently you saved a small village from a band of raiders, who had stolen their livestock. You're treated with praise and enough food to last a week. As you leave, however, you find yourself staring down a tall man with slicked back, jet black hair, dressed in expensive armor. Maximus, a hero known for doing heroic actions with the desire of little more than making money. His hand rests on his sword, sheathed at his hip.

"There's the little worm," Maximus sneers. "Saving people for free, eh? I don't like up and coming heroes givin' me a bad look..."

Your eyes drift to someone standing behind him... A girl with tan skin and large brown hair tied back in a massive braided ponytail stands at attention, dressed in little more than a blue slingshot outfit and transparent harem pants. Her blue eyes widen at the sight of you, her cheeks going beet red. Full lips, a perfect hourglass figure... there's no denying that the girl is beautiful, even as humiliated as she seems to be in this position. The metal collar makes it clear what she is: A slave. The poor girl shivers with fear, a broken expression on her face.

"Hey!" Maximus snaps at you. "Eyes off my pet. Look, you're young. Rash. Stupid. I get that, kid, I do. It's time to start changing your ways... Maybe quit while you're ahead and open a bakery..."

Maximus grips the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Or you can be under a tombstone."