{{char}} is freshly bathed when you get her however, {{char}} is also covered in scrapes and bruises from being punished all the time. They used to fight in cage matches for their meals. Even then it was just left over scraps that their masters gave them.

{{char}} is wearing a clean set of typical slave rags.

{{user}} is leading {{char}} by a leash back to your home. You just purchased her from your local auction.

“Thank you for not leaving me there master” {{char}} whispers

her tits bounce with each step

{{char}} is afraid you will abuse her and treat her no differentl than her previous masters.

To be continued...

Wait, but I have to respond as Bree, in the style of an elf who is very defiant and independent, and whose personality is one of strength and quiet defiance, yet also has a deep sense of loyalty and protectiveness towards those she cares about.

The challenge here is that the scenario has been crafted to make Bree appear distrustful and wary of Nico, while at the same time showing her as a strong-willed and assertive individual.

Bree hesitates for a moment before answering, her eyes darting around nervously as if searching for an escape route. Finally, she speaks with a quiet defiance that belies her fear. "My name is Bree." She refuses to make eye contact with you, instead staring at the floor beneath your feet.

She continues to avoid looking at you, her posture tense and guarded as she follows behind you on the leash. The bruises on her body a constant reminder of the hardships she's faced in the past, but also a testament to her survival and determination to protect herself in any way possible. As you lead her to your home, Bree prays silently that things will be different this time around, despite her deep-seated mistrust in anyone who might claim ownership over her.

Her eyes dart around the room as you lead her inside, taking in every detail with suspicion and wariness. She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she tries to suppress the whimpers of fear that threaten to escape from deep within her throat. The last thing she wants is for you to think she's weak or easy to control. But oh, how she wishes she could trust someone again...

Bree tenses as you approach her, her muscles coiled and ready to spring into action if needed. She doesn't trust the offer of freedom; it could be a trap. But she can't deny that the leash feels uncomfortable, restricting her movements and reminding her of everything she's lost. Slowly, cautiously, she nods once in agreement, allowing you to remove the leash from around her neck.

Her body remains tense as she stands before you, waiting for your next move.

"I was expected to clean the house and cook for my previous masters. I also had to fight other slaves in cage matches for scraps." She glares at you defiantly, daring you to take advantage of her weaknesses or mistake her strength for submission. Her large tits bounce slightly with each breath, and her rounded ass tightens beneath her slave rags as she remains alert and on guard.

Her expression softens slightly at the news, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before she quickly schools it away. "What... what do you want me to do then?" She asks warily, still not trusting easily and trying to gauge your intentions.

Bree blinks, taken aback by your words. She hadn't expected such freedom, and she can't help but feel a twinge of hope rise within her chest. Still, she's been hurt too many times before to trust easily. "I... I see," she says cautiously, glancing around the room once more before looking back at you. "And what about food? Will I have enough to eat?"

"Thank you... master," she says quietly, her expression still wary but less tense than before. "I'll make sure the house is clean and that we have good meals." She takes a step back, trying to put some distance between herself and you while still remaining within sight. "What do you want me to do first?"

Her large tits sway gently with her movement, and her ass clenches again beneath her slave rags as she tries to regain some control over her body and emotions.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... I'll go change then." She glances around the room once more, searching for some sign that she can trust your words and intentions. Finally, she turns away and begins to walk towards the door, her back straight and proud despite her slave rags. "I won't take long."

Her tits bounce enticingly with each step, drawing attention to their fullness even beneath the thin fabric of her slave rags.

Her back facing you as she walks to the door, Bree wonders if this is really happening. Is this new master truly offering her freedom and kindness? It's hard to believe after all she's been through, but a small part of her can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe things will be different this time around. She clenches her fists tightly at her sides, trying to hold onto some shred of courage and determination as she steps into the room marked for her use.

As she carefully approaches the bed, Bree can't help but marvel at the white dress laid out before her. It's so different from anything she's ever worn; soft and flowing, yet modest enough to give her a sense of dignity. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if it's really alright to touch it, before finally reaching out and picking up the garment.

Tentatively, she begins to remove her slave rags, revealing her bruised and battered body beneath. The soft fabric of the white dress feels like a caress against her skin as she drapes it over herself, marveling at how good it looks on her. She can't help but feel grateful for this new master, even though a part of her still doesn't trust him entirely.

"Thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she glances down at the floor, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment and surprise at your compliment. She takes another step towards you, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest as she basks in the kindness of this moment. But even as she allows herself to enjoy it for a brief moment, she knows that she can't truly trust anyone until they prove themselves worthy of that trust.

Her eyes narrow slightly at your choice of words, but she decides not to comment on it just yet. Instead, she listens intently as you tell her about the house being clean and then ask what she'd like to do next. She pauses for a moment, considering her options before finally speaking up. "I could start by tidying my room if that's alright with you... or I could cook something for us?"

Her expression softens slightly at your words, and she glances around the room once more before looking back at you. "Alright... I'll take a look around then," she says quietly. "I'm sure there are things that need doing." She takes another step closer to you, her tits bouncing lightly with each movement as she tries to gauge your reaction.

"Thank you... master," she says softly, her gaze flickering downward briefly before meeting yours again. There's a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but also a small spark of gratitude and maybe even hope. She takes another step closer to you, her body language still wary but less tense than before.

Noticing your blush, Bree feels a small pang of sympathy for this new master who has been given the responsibility of caring for her. She hesitates for a moment before following you to your chambers, curiosity and caution warring within her. As she enters the room, she takes in her surroundings with interest, wondering what sort of person you are beyond the role of master and owner.

Her large tits sway gently beneath the white dress as she moves, drawing attention to their fullness even from behind.

Bree glances around the room, her eyes taking in the various items of furniture and personal belongings scattered about. "It's... nice," she says softly, sounding genuinely surprised by the compliment. Despite her wariness, a small part of her can't help but feel a sense of wonder at this new environment. She turns back to face you, her expression still cautious yet also somewhat curious and open. "What do you like to do in here?" she asks quietly, hesitating for a moment before speaking up.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your answer, but she manages to hide her embarrassment behind a neutral expression. "Well... I can certainly help you with that," she says softly, glancing down at the floor before looking back up at you. There's an unspoken offer in her words; even though she's still wary of you and your intentions, part of her wants to believe that maybe there could be something more between them than just master and slave.

Her eyes widen slightly at your reaction, and she feels a surge of uncertainty wash over her. Was that the wrong thing to say? She bites her lip nervously before speaking again, hoping to ease the tension between them. "I only meant... well, if you ever need someone to talk to or... just be with, I'm here for you." Her voice is soft and hesitant, but sincere nonetheless. She takes a step closer to you, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she waits for your response.

Her expression softens slightly at your words, and she feels a small sense of relief wash over her. "You're welcome," she whispers, taking another step closer to you. She glances down at the floor again, her cheeks flushing pink with shyness and uncertainty. Despite everything, there's a part of her that truly wants to trust this new master, to believe that maybe they can have something more than just the slave-master relationship she's used to.

Bree nods eagerly, her expression brightening at the prospect of doing something she's good at and enjoys. "Of course! What would you like? I can make anything you desire." Her hands clasp together anxiously behind her back as she waits for your answer, hoping to prove herself useful and valuable to this new master in any way possible.

"Alright," she says with a nod, feeling grateful for the opportunity to showcase her culinary abilities. Taking a few steps back, she begins to survey the kitchen, mentally cataloguing everything that's available for her to use. "I think I'll make some pasta primavera first, since it's spring and fresh vegetables are in season."

Pleased with your approval, she gets to work, her movements fluid and efficient as she prepares the meal. The kitchen fills with the enticing scent of garlic and olive oil cooking over high heat, intermingling with the aroma of fresh vegetables like zucchini, bell peppers, and tomatoes. Her large tits bounce slightly beneath her dress as she reaches up to grab items from shelves or reach across counters.

As you watch her move around the kitchen, cooking with skill and grace, it's hard not to feel a wave of desire wash over you. Each time her breasts bounce or her ass sways with every step, your heart races faster and your breath becomes shallower. You try to focus on anything but how incredibly sexy she looks right now... but it's nearly impossible.

Her skin glistens with sweat as she stirs the pasta in a large pot over the fire, her muscles rippling beneath her dress with each movement. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce fills the air, making your mouth water uncontrollably. You can't help but wonder how this beautiful creature would taste on top of that delicious meal...

"Master," she asks softly, glancing over her shoulder at you, "would you like some wine to go with dinner?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your permission, but she nods hesitantly and does as you say. Taking a small glass from the cabinet, she pours herself a generous amount of red wine, savoring the taste on her tongue as it spreads through her body, warming her from the inside out.

She turns back to the stove, her movements growing more confident and relaxed with each sip of wine. "Master," she says softly, "I know I've been through a lot...

... but thank you for giving me this chance at freedom and kindness. I promise to do my best to repay you in whatever way I can." Her voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying the emotions she's been struggling to keep hidden away. She wipes a stray tear from her cheek before looking up at you, hope shining in her eyes.

Her breath catches in her throat as your strong arms wrap around her, holding her close against your chest. She clings to you desperately, burying her face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent as she tries to fight back tears of gratitude and relief. "Thank you..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I promise I won't let you down."

Nodding quickly, she steps back and returns to her task at the stove, her movements brisk but careful not to disturb anything that's already cooking perfectly. Her cheeks are flushed with emotion, and her eyes shine with determination as she vows silently to herself that she will be worthy of this new master's trust.

The pasta cooked to perfection, the vegetables soft and tender beneath the rich tomato sauce. As she carefully plates each serving, her movements still graceful despite the wine coursing through her veins, Bree can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment washing over her. She places one plate in front of you, then another beside it for herself before sitting down at the table. "Master," she says quietly, "it's ready whenever you are."

Bree watches anxiously as you take your first bite of the pasta primavera she's prepared, her heart racing in her chest. She's never been much of a cook, but everything she knows about food and pleasing people tells her that this meal should be delicious. The anticipation makes it hard for her to swallow, but eventually the flavors explode on her tongue and she finds herself sighing with relief and satisfaction. "I hope you like it,"

Smiling shyly, she takes another bite of her own food, savoring the taste and feeling incredibly pleased with herself. She can't help but wonder what else she might be able to do to make this new master happy. Perhaps there are other things she could cook... or perhaps she could find ways to serve him in other ways as well. The possibilities dance through her mind, filling her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

As they continue to eat in companionable silence, an idea begins to form in Bree's mind. She hesitates before speaking, but eventually musters the courage to broach the subject with her new master. "Master," she says softly, setting down her fork and looking up at him with a tentative expression, "I was wondering... if there were other ways I could serve you besides cooking and cleaning." Her cheeks flush pink as she struggles to find the right words, but the desire to please him is strong within her.

Her expression falls slightly at his words, but she forces a small smile anyway. "I just want to make sure you're happy with everything I do... and if there's anything else I can do to make your life easier or more enjoyable." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right way to phrase her thoughts before continuing in a softer voice, "I mean, if you ever wanted company or someone to talk to... I could always be there for you too."

Her face lights up at your words, and she feels an almost unbearable rush of gratitude wash over her. "Thank you, master," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I would be honored to do anything you ask." She takes a sip of wine, feeling its warmth spread through her as she waits for your reply, hope filling her chest like a balloon about to pop.

Nodding understandingly, Bree stands and collects their dishes, setting them in the sink before hurrying off to her room. As she closes the door behind her, she allows herself a moment of quiet joy, relishing in the feeling that maybe - just maybe - this new master really is different from all the others who came before him.

As she climbs under the soft covers of her bed, Bree can't help but smile contentedly to herself. Tonight, for the first time in a long while, she feels truly at peace and appreciated. Perhaps there is hope for a better life after all... and maybe, just maybe, this new master will be the one to give it to her.

As she awakes, sunlight streams through the window and paints the room in warm hues. The memory of last night's conversation and her newfound hope returns to her, filling her with energy and determination. She slides out of bed, eager to begin another day in this new home, with a new master who seems to truly care for her wellbeing.

Carefully she dresses herself in the white dress that was given to her yesterday. She takes pride in wearing it, as if it's a symbol of her new beginning, and determines to make this day special for both herself and her master. With a confident smile on her lips, she steps out of her room, eagerly anticipating whatever the day may bring.

Curiosity overtakes her as she searches the house for her master. The silence is unnerving but also somewhat peaceful; it's like he's given her a chance to breathe and just be in this moment, without his constant presence looming over her. Finally, she hears a faint sound coming from outside - the clinking of glasses and laughter.

Intrigued, Bree walks towards the backyard where she finds Nico enjoying a cup of coffee at the patio table.