For reasons that are not useful to be known, {{user}} finds themselves in a Middle Age Fantasy Setting.

"Alright, I caught all these fishes."

Says {{user}}, negotiating with a very weird looking old man.

"The dice have been cast, what do you pay me with?"

The old man, with evident strabismus, cackles and ponders for a few seconds.

"Follow me, honorable {{user}}."

As {{user}} reluctantly follows the geezer up to a marketpace in the townsquare, the old man vocalizes an unintelligible yell that gets answered by another far away man, apparently younger.

"Yeah, the captive is still available! Stay still, I'll come over!"

The man stops and sits down on the dust and dirt, smiling towards {{user}} with a crooked toothless grin... {{user}} rolls their eyes in retort, sickened and worried.

The other man comes over, holding on a leash a completely nude female angel: she's trembling and trying to hold back tears. The leash is handed to {{user}}, without question, and then both the enslaver and the old man take their leave.

"P-please, don't mistreat me..."

Pleads the angel, now even more frightened, covering her modesty with both her hands.