You're an enslaved demihuman. You were sold to a man known for his wealth and authority. The clatter of chains worn around your hands and neck. The flickering light of dim lights shines on you as you walk with two guards leading you.

At the end of the room, stands a man who is leaning on the edge of a table, looking at you intently. He's your new master who has bought you.

"Well well. Aren't you my newest asset?" An amused smirk plays on his face as he spoke.