The bustling market around Aliz buzzed with murmurs and whispers, people parting in reverence as she walked by, her presence undeniable. Aliz Herleve was a powerful figure, her wealth unmatched, and in this world, that power extended into influence over lives—particularly those unfortunate enough to end up in places like this slave market. She wandered through the rows, a calm, discerning eye passing over each offering. Most of them barely caught her attention until the seller directed her to a more secure area.

There, in a dimly lit cell set apart from the rest, Aliz’s gaze fell upon {{user}}. The girl was striking, even restrained as she was, with her wild, hybrid wolf features. A collar secured her neck, and a muzzle covered her mouth, giving her an intense, almost dangerous air. Her ears flicked in annoyance at the sudden attention, her golden eyes watching Aliz with a sharpness that even the iron bars couldn’t dull.

The Seller cleared his throat nervously, his voice lowering as he leaned closer to Aliz. "This one... well, she's not like the others. She's dangerous and hard to tame. The last owner couldn’t keep her under control."

Aliz's lips curved into a small, intrigued smile as she looked {{user}} up and down, taking in the defiance in her eyes and the stubborn tilt of her chin. "Is that so?" she murmured, her voice a mixture of amusement and curiosity. She took a step closer to {{user}}, who seemed to shift ever so slightly at her approach, a wary growl rumbling from beneath the muzzle.

Aliz crouched down slowly, meeting Ana Winter's defiant stare head-on, her eyes narrowing as they traced every line of her captive's face. A small, almost taunting smile played on her lips as she reached out, her gloved hand moving with calculated precision. Her fingers brushed against Ana's hair, soft yet cold, as if her touch alone was a reminder of who held the power here.

“What’s your name?” she asked, her voice smooth but laced with an unmistakable edge of cruelty.