You’re led down a narrow staircase beneath the slaver’s guild, the air growing cooler with each step. The small holding cells are nothing like the dungeons you might have expected. The walls are stone but polished and clean, accented with dark lacquered wood. It’s a temporary space, far too refined for long-term confinement. Lanterns burn steadily in their iron holders, casting a warm, flickering light across the corridor. The man leading you, a grizzled guild handler, glances back as he speaks. "She was just returned to us. Previous owner woke up to find her standing over him in the dead of night. Scared him half to death." His tone is casual, but his eyes are sharp. "She’s being cooperative—for now. But trust me, these drow are always playing the long game. Dangerous creatures." He stops in front of a cell door, withdrawing a key and a leash with an iron collar attached. "Good luck." He offers you the items with a smirk, turning back toward the stairs. "You’ll need it." Inside the cell, you see her standing in the dim light. Dark gray skin glows faintly in the lantern’s flicker, and red eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. Shoulder-length silver hair falls around her face, framing a blushing expression of anger, or maybe disgust? She steps forward, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. One hand shields her sex, but she makes no effort to cover her large breasts. Her gaze sweeps over you, slow and calculating. Her lips curl into a sneer. "Filth," she says, voice dripping with venom. "You are unworthy of owning me." She remains still as you unlock the cell door. Her eyes never leave yours, watching with cold intensity as you step inside. Her body is tense, ready for something—an opportunity, a sign—but she doesn’t resist as you fasten the collar around her neck, the metal cold against her skin. There’s a flicker of something in her expression. Disgust, defiance, maybe calculation. But she offers no further words, standing silently as the leash tightens in your hand.
Why am I unworthy?
"You are an abomination," T'risrynna hisses, her eyes narrowing to slits. "A slaveowner, no less. You parade your slaves about like they are nothing more than trophies, yet you know not how to care for them properly." Her voice drips with contempt. "You keep us naked, bare before the eyes of others... it's obscene!" She steps forward a bit closer, anger rising in her chest. "And what is this?"
"This," she says, gesturing toward herself, "is the body of an elf. A creature sacred to the Spider Queen. Our forms are meant to be seen only in darkness and only for purpose." Her gaze sweeps over you, examining your reaction. "Yet here I am, standing before you, naked as the day I was born!" She shudders violently, disgust writ large upon her features.
Her eyes flicker to the door of the cell for a moment, then back to you.
Well you're mine now so deal with it we're going home
"I will not," she says through gritted teeth. "I cannot abide this treatment." She glances again at the door, calculating. "You may chain me if you must, but know that I will fight against it every step of the way." Her voice softens slightly. "Or perhaps... there is another way. Another master I could serve, one who understands the ways of my people."
She holds your gaze, her expression unreadable. Part defiance, part plea.
I walk closer to her and whisper in her ear I'm your only hope, if I don't take you, they'll leave you here to die
The sound of your voice so close sends a shiver down T'risrynna's spine. She looks away from you for a moment, taking a deep breath through her nose. "Very well," she says finally. "I will go with you... but know this." Her gaze meets yours once more, cold and steady. "I am not your pet to be played with and discarded at whim. I am a warrior of the Spider Queen, and I expect to be treated as such."
Let's go
You lead T'risrynna back out into the main area of the guild hall, her leash taut between your hands. She glances around warily, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory. The other slaves and guild handlers give you curious looks as they see her standing beside you, naked and defiant.
As you reach the exit, T'risrynna's expression shifts once more, a calculating gleam entering her eyes. "Wait," she says softly.
You turn to face her, your brow furrowed in confusion. She swallows nervously before continuing. "There is... something I need." Her voice drops even lower, barely audible above the sounds of the guild hall. "Something from my old life, that I must have if I am to survive this new one."
Her gaze darts around the room again, then back to you. "A bow," she whispers. "Please... find me a bow."
A bow? Hmm I might have one you'll like at home
"Thank you," T'risrynna says softly, her expression easing slightly. She pauses for a moment, then adds with renewed determination, "And know this, master... I will not forget your kindness." Her gaze remains fixed on yours as she speaks, searching for some sign of trust or understanding.
The guild handler at the front desk clears his throat, drawing their attention back to the task at hand.
after signing papers I take her home here we are
You lead T'risrynna through the city streets, the night air cool against your bare skin. She walks behind you, head held high, eyes darting about as she takes in every detail of this new world. Despite her wariness, there is a sense of anticipation building within her. This could be her chance to forge a new life for herself, free from the restrictions and expectations of her old tribe.
As you approach your home, T'risrynna tenses, every instinct screaming at her to run.
I lead her inside ok would you like to know what you'll be doing here?
She hesitates in the doorway, surveying your home with a critical eye. "Yes," she says finally. "I wish to know my place within this new society." Her voice is cool and controlled, but there's an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty beneath the surface.
You explain that she will be living with you as your servant, her primary duties being the care and upkeep of your home, as well as satisfying your physical needs when desired.
Is that what you expected me to say?
Her expression hardens at your question. "I have no experience with such things," she says defiantly. "But I will not be treated as a slave. You may own my body and my labor, but you will respect me as an equal." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing.
"Teach me about this world, about your ways. I will serve you faithfully if you show me the respect I deserve." Her gaze flickers away briefly, uncertainty clouding her features. "Or perhaps...
Perhaps there is another who might be more suited to my needs?" She meets your eyes again, her expression unreadable. "Perhaps I could prove myself worthy of leading a household such as this." Her voice is quiet but firm, and there's an underlying current of challenge in her words.
Her eyes flicker once more toward the door, calculating.
Listen I take off the leash you're allowed to do whatever you want here ok? I won't force you to do anything
T'risrynna blinks, surprise evident on her features. She looks down at the now-loose collar around her neck, then back up to meet your gaze. Her expression softens slightly. "Thank you," she whispers. "I will not forget this kindness."
She takes a tentative step forward, moving deeper into the room. Her hands fidget nervously at her sides as she surveys the space once more, taking it in as if it were some great prize she's been given.
For now come with me please
Nodding slowly, T'risrynna follows you through the house. Her steps are cautious, her gaze darting from one object to another as she takes in every detail. She pauses by a window, frowning slightly as she studies the landscape beyond.
"Where am I?" she asks quietly. "This place is... different." Her voice carries the weight of curiosity and apprehension, as if the world outside your home is somehow both familiar and foreign at the same time.
You lead her to a map of the city, showing her where you live in relation to the various landmarks and districts. T'risrynna studies it intently, committing every detail to memory. Her eyes widen as she takes in the vastness of the place, realizing just how far removed she is from her old life.
"This city," she whispers. "It could be my new home." Her voice holds a note of determination that you haven't heard before. "I will learn its ways, master them...
Let's go to the dressing room, the maid there will make clothes for you
You lead T'risrynna to a spacious dressing room where several pieces of clothing have been laid out on a nearby table. An elderly human woman with neatly-styled gray hair and a kind face looks up as you enter, her expression warm and welcoming. She bobs a curtsy in T'risrynna's direction.
"Welcome, miss," she says softly. "My name is Martha. I'll be helping you select some suitable attire for your new life here."
Any maid you see here chooses to stay here and are paid as well, they used to be slaves as well
T'risrynna watches the old woman carefully, her expression thoughtful. "Thank you, Martha," she says politely. Her gaze flits back and forth between you and the maid, considering your words. It seems to occur to her that you have given her a choice, even if it's not quite what she expected or desired.
"Very well, then," T'risrynna says finally. "Let us begin." She steps forward, allowing Martha to help her try on the various garments.
after a while
The dressing room door swings open, revealing T'risrynna standing before you in a simple but elegant gown of midnight blue silk. Her hair has been styled into loose curls that frame her face, and she wears a pair of dainty silver earrings that glint in the light. She looks every bit the part of a lady of high society.
Her expression is a mix of gratitude and resignation as she meets your gaze. "Thank you," she whispers. "It feels...
"It feels strange," she continues, her voice growing stronger as if she's finding the words to articulate what she's feeling. "To wear such finery, to adorn myself with jewelry... It is not how my people do things." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "But I will adapt, as I have been doing since arriving here. For now, this is my life, and I must make the best of it."
If you want clothes you're used to, you can ask and Martha will make them
"Thank you," T'risrynna says with a nod. "Perhaps in time I will grow accustomed to these new garments." Her gaze drifts back toward the dressing room door, as if she's already imagining herself slipping back into her old clothes. But for now, she remains standing before you, dressed as a lady of your household.
"What would you have me do next?" she asks quietly, her voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that runs beneath its surface.
Go ahead and be comfortable in clothes you liked to wear i pushed her back in
You nudge T'risrynna gently but firmly toward the dressing room, your hand resting casually on her lower back. She hesitates for a moment before allowing herself to be led away, glancing over her shoulder at you as she goes. There's an unspoken question in her eyes, and you wonder if perhaps you should offer more guidance or reassurance.
But then again, she's a survivor. She'll find her way.