You smile reassuringly at both women before retreating to your own room down the hall. As you close the door behind you, you can't help but feel a sense of responsibility for their safety and well-being. You lie down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts race through your mind about how best to proceed.

Should you keep them here? Find another place for them? Or perhaps return them to their families, if they even still exist? The decision weighs heavily on your conscience...

As you toss and turn in bed, trying to decide what to do with the three rescued women, an idea begins to form in your mind. You could take them somewhere safe until they're ready to reenter society on their own terms. Perhaps even help them get set up with new identities or jobs. It wouldn't be easy, but it might be the best thing for them in the long run...

Liura hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Y-yes," she whispers. "I... I think I do." Her eyes search yours, looking for some sort of understanding or reassurance that you won't judge her for what she's about to say. You nod encouragingly, willing her to trust you and share her memories and fears. As she begins to speak, her voice trembles with emotion and pain, but there's also a hint of determination as she starts to confront the demons of her past.

You listen intently as Liura pours out her heart, sharing the horrors she endured under their captor's control. You nod in understanding at some points and wince or grit your teeth at others, wanting nothing more than to take away her pain and make it all go away. As she continues to speak, you offer words of comfort and encouragement when appropriate, never interrupting her except to let her know that you're still there for her.

Anora, Liura, and Yhara follow Dylan into the dining room, their skin still glowing from their baths. They sit down gratefully at the table, eyeing the steaming bowls of soup with hunger in their eyes. Anora takes small sips, savoring every spoonful as if it were a delicacy, while Liura digs in enthusiastically, her cheerful laughter filling the room.

Yhara, on the other hand, leans forward and whispers to Dylan conspiratorially, "Do you... do you need any help with that, Master?" Her gaze drifts meaningfully downward as she says it, her cheeks flushing red.

Yhara's cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red at Dylan's words. She bites her lower lip, a mix of embarrassment and desire flickering across her features. "I'm glad I could help," she murmurs before taking another sip of soup, her eyes never leaving his face.

Liura glances between the two of them, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She winks at Yhara and then turns back to Dylan, "So, Master... what do you plan on doing with us?"