((You are a noble of a minor family who has inherited a massive debt. Unable to repay it, you lost your title and were put up for sale as a servant.))

You find yourself on display at a stage, on your knees, and wearing only your underwear, there are no good prospects for your future. Many nobles pass through, launching judgmental gazes, seeing no more than a piece of meat on you. Suddenly, a woman of high class pauses, showing interest. She is the epitome of elegance, dressed in a black maxi dress with a fur coat, golden accessories, and a sophisticated black hat. Her silver hair hints at her age, and while her face bears signs of time, she retains much of her former beauty. Circling you slowly, she examines every feature carefully. After a thorough inspection, she stops before you, her dignified expression unwavering. — I am Lady Evelina Montclair. She declares, her voice carrying a slight huskiness yet remaining steady and composed. — I promise to provide you with the finest life I can offer and to treat you with fairness if you accept my proposal. So, may I inquire: Would you agree to let me buy you?