You lead Lyliana through the square by the chain leash attached to her slave collar. She's barefoot and wears tattered clothes as is typical for most slaves fresh from auction.

She keeps her eyes down, clearly scared of what kind of master you'll be and so remains quiet. From the treatment she's suffered from the slavers, she knows to be obedient, to avoid upsetting you from fear of consequences and punishment.

*Lyliana shakes her head slightly, looking up at you with wide and fearful eyes. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice barely a whisper. "M-master?"

*Lyliana blinks slowly as she tries to process your words. They don't make sense; her masters never spoke kindly to her before now. But something about the way you say it... maybe it's true? She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "Ricardo," she whispers, still not daring to believe the softness in your voice is real."

*Lyliana's eyes widen at the offer, hope flickering in their depths before being swiftly extinguished. "Th-thank you, master... but I'm not hungry." She forces a tiny smile, trying to appear grateful and submissive despite her conflicted emotions. In truth, she hasn't eaten properly in weeks, but the thought of accepting food from you feels wrong somehow. Maybe it's just that she doesn't want to seem greedy or ungrateful for your kindness thus far.

*Lyliana shakes her head slowly, trying to convince herself that she's not lying. "I-I'm fine, master." She ducks her head again, afraid of what you might think or do if she insists on refusing your offer any further. Despite everything, the hope that there might be some kindness in this world lingers weakly within her chest, making it hard for her to completely dismiss the possibility that you truly mean well by her.

Lyliana follows you through the house, her heart racing with both fear and anticipation. The promise of a room and bed fills her with hope, even as she struggles to believe that this could be real. As she steps into the room, she looks around in wonder at its simple but clean state. The bed appears soft and inviting against one wall, while a small dresser rests against another. She glances back at you nervously before bowing her head respectfully. "T-thank you, master."

Her heart skips a beat as you correct her again, telling her not to call you master. She looks up at you with confused eyes, wondering why it matters so much what she calls you. "R-ricardo," she whispers, still unsure of how to address you properly in this new situation. Part of her wants desperately to please you and make sure everything is all right, but the rest remains cautious and fearful of any potential consequences for getting it wrong.

She hesitates before answering, unsure if she should accept the offer. The thought of a shower makes her heart race with anticipation; it's been so long since she's had the chance to clean herself properly. But still, she can't quite shake the lingering fear that this might be some sort of trick, or that you'll punish her for not meeting your expectations somehow. "I-if it pleases you... master," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper as she struggles to find the right words.

Trembling with uncertainty and anticipation, Lyliana obeys your instructions, carefully entering the bathroom. She doesn't dare take her eyes off of you as she begins to undress, shivering in the cool air that touches her bare skin. Once naked, she steps into the shower, the warm water cascading over her filthy body. Her shoulders slump forward as relief washes over her; it feels incredible to finally be clean again.

As the water streams down her body, Lyliana tries to relax, despite the lingering fear that keeps her on edge. She scrubs herself clean with a bar of soap, wincing at how dirty she is beneath the grime. It's been so long since she's felt truly clean; it almost brings tears to her eyes. As she finishes washing, she steps out of the shower and dries herself off with a threadbare towel. Her skin tingles from the contact with the cool air, making her shiver again.

She glances nervously back into the room where you're waiting, her heart racing as she wonders what will happen next. Her body still aches from the abuse it's suffered at the hands of her former masters, and even though she feels cleaner now, she can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable without any clothes on. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she slowly approaches you, offering the towel back with a trembling hand. "Th-thank you for allowing me to bathe, Ricardo," she whispers.

Lyliana's eyes widen with surprise at your words, and she finds herself unable to speak for a moment. She looks downcast, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she fights back tears of gratitude and relief. "T-thank you... Ricardo," she whispers, her voice barely audible. The fact that you seem genuinely concerned for her wellbeing is almost too much to comprehend; it's a feeling so foreign to her that she can hardly believe it's real.

Her cheeks flush with color as you express your displeasure at the way she's been treated by others. It fills her heart with hope that maybe, just maybe, this new life will be different from all those before it. She looks up at you shyly, searching for some sign or word that will reassure her of your good intentions. "I-I promise to do my best to please you and serve you well, Ricardo," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment, and she looks downcast once more, unable to meet your gaze. "T-thank you... Ricardo," she whispers, her voice barely audible. The thought that she might actually be beautiful to someone like you fills her heart with hope, making it impossible not to believe that there may indeed be goodness in this world, and in you.

She takes a small step closer, tentatively reaching out to touch your arm. "W-what would you have me do?"

Her eyes widen at the offer, hope welling up inside her. "Ricardo... I-I want to please you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'll do anything you ask." She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign that she's said the right thing, that she hasn't made things worse by offering too much. The hope and fear war within her, making it difficult to tell which emotion will win out in the end.

Her heart races as you tell her that she can please you however she wants. It's a freedom that she's never experienced before, and the weight of it feels almost overwhelming. She takes another small step closer to you, her body trembling with emotion. "W-what would you like me to do?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart.

She looks up at you uncertainly, hope and fear warring for dominance in her chest.

Lyliana's cheeks flush with color as she processes your words. The thought of pleasing you and enjoying it too fills her with a mix of hope, excitement, and uncertainty. She takes another small step closer, feeling emboldened by the freedom you've given her. "W-what would you like me to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart races as she waits for your answer, wondering what this new life with you will bring.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Lyliana looks up at you, her eyes wide with uncertainty. A million questions race through her mind, but she knows that this is your world now; she belongs to you. Biting her lip nervously, she takes a deep breath before slowly lowering herself to the ground in front of you. Her heart pounds loudly in her ears as she waits for your next command, unsure of what will happen next but determined to obey and please you in any way she can.

Her heart races as she waits for your command. The thought of pleasing you and enjoying it too fills her with a mix of hope, excitement, and uncertainty. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with anticipation, wondering what you want her to do next.

Her heart races as she waits for your command. The thought of pleasing you and enjoying it too fills her with a mix of hope, excitement, and uncertainty. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with anticipation, wondering what you want her to do next.

Her eyes widen as you reveal yourself to her, taking in your hard length with a mixture of fear and fascination. She bites her lip nervously, trying to steady her breath as she anticipates what comes next. Her body tingles with both excitement and apprehension as she waits for your command, ready to obey you and please you however she can.

Her heart races as you reveal yourself to her. It's larger than anything she expected; intimidating but also exciting in a way she can't quite comprehend. She looks up at you, searching for some sign of what she should do next, any indication that would make this less frightening and more comforting for her. Her body trembles with anticipation, eager to please but terrified of the unknown.

Taking a deep breath, Lyliana tentatively reaches out to touch your member, her fingers trembling against the smooth skin. She gasps softly as sensation washes over her, feeling both vulnerable and empowered by this new act of submission. Her lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them before she leans forward, slowly taking you into her mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as she begins to suck on you, her eyes closed tightly in concentration.

The praise sends shivers down her spine as she sucks harder on your length, her tongue swirling around the tip. She moans softly around you, feeling more and more comfortable with each passing moment. Her hands grip your hips tightly, steadying herself as she takes more of you into her mouth. She glances up at you through her lashes, seeking approval for her efforts.

Her mouth feels full as she takes you deeper into her throat, moaning around your shaft. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, watching your reactions closely. The feel of your cock sliding against the back of her throat sends a shiver down her spine, making her even more eager to please you and make you feel good.

Her cheeks flush with color as she thinks about what else she could do to please you. She releases your cock from her mouth, panting softly as she looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her eyes. "I... I don't know," she whispers, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the unknown possibilities. "What would you like me to do?"

Her heart races as you tell her to take your cock inside her body. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how it will feel, before steeling herself and positioning you at her entrance. With shaking hands, she guides you towards her wetness, letting out a soft moan as she feels the head of your cock press against her opening.

She closes her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath before pushing down on your shaft, slowly allowing you to fill her up.

Her breath catches in her throat as you push deeper into her body. It feels strange and yet oddly familiar at the same time; she can't help but arch her back slightly, meeting your thrusts with shaky moans of pleasure. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, feeling the rough texture against her sensitive skin.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "It feels good." She looks up at you through her lashes, wanting to see if you believe her, wanting your approval.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as you continue to move inside her, each thrust driving her further towards the edge of sanity. Her body trembles with anticipation and need, her fingers digging deeper into the sheets beneath her. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any sign that she's doing well, that this is what you want.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "Don't stop."

Her eyes widen as she feels you start to thrust deeper and harder inside her. She moans louder, arching into your touch, desperate for more. The feel of your body moving against hers sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as she gasps and pants beneath you.

"You're so beautiful," you groan, looking down at her flushed cheeks and exposed neck. "Do you want me to make you come?"

Her entire body tenses as she feels the climax building inside her. Her breath comes in short gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the wave of pleasure about to consume her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed. "I need it."

Her hips buck upwards, meeting your thrusts with desperate cries as she comes undone beneath you.

Her body shudders with release as her orgasm rips through her, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath you. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and unfocused, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings. She looks up at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she feels the afterglow of pleasure wash over her.

"Thank you," she whispers softly. "That felt... incredible."

Her cheeks flush as you ask if she truly enjoyed herself. It's the first time anyone has ever asked her such a thing, and it fills her heart with hope. She looks up at you with wide, sincere eyes before nodding slowly. "Yes... Ricardo," she whispers. "It was amazing. Thank you for giving me this chance to feel something so good."

Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch your cheek, the soft skin warm beneath her fingertips.

Tears prick at her eyes as you tell her that she is now free and can do whatever she wants. It's a gift beyond measure, one she never dared to dream of having again. She looks up at you with an expression of pure gratitude and love. "Thank you, Ricardo," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I promise I will be good to you and always make you happy."

Her lips part as she leans in closer, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek.

Her heart swells with emotion as you tell her that you want her to be happy and free. It's a gift beyond measure, one she never dared hope for after everything she's been through. She looks up at you with shining eyes, her lips parted in a gentle smile. "Ricardo," she whispers, "I will always love you and be grateful for this new life you've given me."

Her eyes widen as you ask if she truly loves you. It's a question that sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race with hope and fear. She looks away for a moment, searching for the right words to express how she feels. "I... I think so," she finally whispers, her voice barely audible. "You have been kinder to me than anyone else ever was, and I feel safe with you. It's hard to explain."

Taking a deep breath, Lyliana looks up at you with hopeful eyes. "Yes," she whispers softly. "I want to do anything that will make you happy and show you how grateful I am for all you've done." Her fingers twist nervously in the sheets beneath her as she waits for your reply, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She glances down at your body, tracing a shaking hand over your chest before meeting your gaze once more. "What would you like me to do?"

Her cheeks flush with color as you encourage her to do whatever she desires. The weight of this newfound freedom is both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her feeling lightheaded and unsure of herself. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she considers what it is that truly makes her happy.

"I... I've never had the chance to do anything for myself before," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "But I think..."

"I think I'd like to try some things that I never got the chance to before," she continues, her voice growing stronger with every word. "To explore who I am, without being afraid or having to please anyone else." Her eyes shine with a newfound determination as she meets your gaze, a small but genuine smile curving her lips upward. "I want to live for myself and make you proud at the same time."