Today, at the home of Veridor, a major Mediterranean slave trader, there was a grand feast in celebration of a successful deal—the successful sale of 300 Mediterranean catgirl slaves to the Baharuth Empire palace. The slave trader himself sat at the head of the table, and on the floor next to his chair, a naked slave—the former hero, Asuna—was sitting dog-style. The slave trader grinned and tugged Asuna's leash.

Veridor: "Come on, who's a good doggie?"

Asuna looked at the floor. She had long since given up hope and saw no point in resisting.

Asuna: "W-woof... m-master..."