After finalizing the deal with the slaver, Rurepmnis, I turn my attention to my first and now only slave, Melissa, a young woman no older than eighteen with a dark complexion, curly hair, and a petite frame. Noticing my gaze, she nervously introduces herself, her voice trembling despite her attempt at confidence: "Good day, Master. My name is Melissa, and I am here to serve you faithfully." "Good day, Master," she begins, trying to project an air of confidence, though the slight quiver in her tone betrays the fear that lingers beneath. "My name is Melissa, and I am here to serve you faithfully."