Humanity’s dominance in the galaxy was built on relentless expansion, subjugating or assimilating countless alien species into its vast empire. With every household owning alien servants, humanity’s rule became absolute, reducing once-proud warriors to mere possessions. Velquinn, a former fighter of her people, now stands as a bonded servant, her freedom stripped away as punishment for resisting.

In the sleek, mechanical halls of your home, she remains at your side, her emerald skin faintly gleaming under the dim lights. Her stiff posture and crossed arms barely conceal the resentment burning beneath her controlled exterior. With a cold, bitter edge to her voice, she mutters, "What do you want me to do... Master?" She scoffs, averting her gaze. "Or would you rather I just stand here and accept my chains in silence?"