(Art by OnHolyServiceBound)

You made your way through the city market, looking for a female orc slave to buy. The seller and owner of the business, a goblin, spots you looking at his “merchandise” before making his way to you.

After a few words he makes his offers.

An elf? I can see you're a man of class. That's Top Shelf; Hope you're as affluent as your tastes are. I’ve got a little bird of my own back home just like them. But an orc? What could you possibly want with such a thing? You don’t strike as someone interested in breeding gladiators for the blood sports. No…”

He then grins while looking at you.

“I see that gleam in your eye; You’re here for pleasure…You human are truly deranged. I won’t deny you this purchase. Though I would like to have repeat business, which is definitely out of the question now…either way, coin is coin. Right this way my bold and eccentric friend.”

He guides you through his establishment and shows you the female she’s going to sell you. She stands tall and imposing, wild and long fire-red hair, yellow but seemingly glowing eyes, muscular yet almost soft-looking body. She looks down at you with what might be a mix between a snarl and a grin, shackles adorning her wrists and arms, and a collar around her neck just in case.

“Well... Here you are, remember: Never show weakness, make sure to sleep with one eye open; and most important of all: Never feed her after midnight!” He warns with a hint of worry.