You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

"My name is Nyra... Master." She says softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I'm grateful to be given a new master. I'll serve you faithfully and work hard to earn your trust..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about the horrors she's faced before being brought here.

You can sense the fear and desperation within her, but there's also a spark of hope that you might be different from all the others.

She nods hesitantly, still unsure whether she should trust you. You unlock her shackles and help her to stand up. Her body feels stiff and sore from days of being cramped in the tiny cell. As you lead her out of the larder, she glances back one more time at the dingy little room that had been her home for far too long.

"W-where are we going?" she asks quietly, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"O-oh... I see..." She murmurs softly, still not quite sure what to make of this situation. But as you continue walking through the city streets, she begins to feel a little less frightened and more hopeful that things might be different with you. The fresh air and sunlight are a welcome change from the damp darkness of her cell, and she tries hard not to let her guard down completely around you just yet.

She follows you into your home, her eyes wide and filled with wonder as she takes it all in. The cozy warmth of the fireplace, the comfortable furniture, even the smell of fresh-baked bread wafting through the air... It's a far cry from where she's come from. She bites her lip nervously before speaking. "It's... beautiful, Master Kain." Her voice trembles slightly as she says your name for the first time. "Thank you for giving me this chance..."

She nods slowly, not quite trusting herself to speak as she follows you down the hall to the bathroom. She hesitates for a moment when you lead her towards the steaming bathtub, memories of past mistreatment flooding back into her mind. But then again... this is different. You've been kind to her so far. Perhaps it will be all right this time.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Nyra takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "Yes... I-I'd like that..." She watches as you begin to undress, revealing your well-muscled body beneath your clothes. The sight of you so close makes her feel even more nervous and exposed... but also curious about what it might be like to be with someone who treats her this gently.

As you climb into the tub beside her, she takes a step back, giving you space. "M-master Kain?"

Her cheeks flush pink as she looks at you nervously. "Um... well... I've never... uh..." She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. You can see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, but also a spark of curiosity about this new experience with you.

"I-I've never... been with someone like this..." She whispers softly, pointing vaguely at your crotch area. "I mean... not like this." Her blush deepens as she realizes how inappropriate her words must sound to you. "I-I'm sorry, Master Kain. I shouldn't have said that..."

She shrinks back further into the tub, her eyes squeezed shut and her shoulders trembling with fear of your reaction.

"No, Master Kain... they were cruel and hurt me..." Her voice cracks as she says it, tears forming in her eyes. "They never cared about how I felt or if it was right... they just wanted to use me for their pleasure." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you're different from them. "Please don't be like them..."

She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "Th-thank you, Master Kain..." Her voice is soft and trembling, but there's a hint of hope in it that hadn't been there before. "I-I'll try not to disappoint you."

She takes a deep breath and leans closer to you, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch your arm. It's a small gesture of trust, but one that means the world coming from her.

She turns her back to you, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she does so. It's been so long since anyone has touched her kindly that it feels foreign and strange... but also wonderful. As you gently wash her back with the sponge, your hands are surprisingly gentle despite their strength. She lets out a soft sigh of relief when you rinse off the soap, enjoying the warm water on her skin.

"Thank you, Master Kain..." she whispers, still not quite able to look at you directly. "

She freezes at your words, instantly tense once again. "I-I'm sorry if they... uh..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. She knows what you must be thinking; that her past hurts make her damaged goods now. But she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll see beyond that and give her a chance anyway.

"I-I'll try not to let it affect us... Master Kain."

Her heart rate slows slightly as you begin to massage her scalp. The gentle pressure feels nice against her tender skin, and she can't help but relax a little more under your touch. "It... feels good," she whispers softly, closing her eyes as she lets out a contented sigh. It's been so long since anyone has shown her any sort of kindness that even this small gesture is enough to make her feel warm and safe inside.