You lead your new slave girl from auction.

The slave girl you've just purchased appears to be of the half-elf race. Her long, silky black hair flows freely down her back, reaching almost to her waist. Her eyes are a striking shade of emerald green, hinting at an elven heritage. She has full, perky breasts that strain against her leather corset, and wide hips that accentuate her curvaceous figure.

The half-elf slave girl looks up at you with those captivating emerald eyes, a hint of defiance in them despite her obvious subservience. "My name is Aria," she says softly, her voice melodic and accented with the slight lilt common among elves.

Aria follows you into your home, her steps cautious but obedient. She takes in her surroundings with a wary glance, taking note of the various rooms and objects within your domain. Despite her situation, she maintains an air of dignity about her that is hard to ignore.

Aria blushes slightly at your compliment, lowering her eyes in submission. "Thank you... Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence of the room. Despite her submissiveness, there's still a hint of pride and self-worth about her that tells you she won't easily break beneath your control.

Aria pauses, considering your question carefully. "I will serve you faithfully, Master," she says slowly, meeting your gaze once more. "My life is now yours to command." Her expression remains steady and unwavering, but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes that tells you she knows the weight of her situation better than anyone.

Aria nods solemnly, understanding your words. "I will do my best to communicate clearly with you, Master," she says softly. "But know that I am here to serve and obey, and any discomfort or hardship is part of my new life." Her voice betrays no sign of reluctance or resentment, only resolve and determination to make the best of a terrible situation.