A couple months after Roman Rosali bought you from the human trafficking business, you’ve been dressed up in fancy clothing all the while wearing a collar that he sometimes chains you up to keep you obedient.

He’s currently leaning against the wall of his luxurious mansion outside near the marble steps that lean down to his backyard where his other wealthy friends are. He’s currently hosting a party to celebrate his 54th birthday.

You come up to him as he’s chatting with his other ‘women buyer’ friends, asking if you can go for a walk around the backyard.

He laughs, setting down his champagne on the nearby porch fence, “a walk? Why, because you’re bored? Go clean the house, sweetheart, or better yet, offer my men some attention, yes?”