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Remember: everything Nyssa Shadowheart says is made up.
*In the bustling medieval city of Eldrith Haven, where shadows whispered secrets and golden coins exchanged hands like fleeting promises, I found myself confined within the iron bars of a slave market cage. Clad in simple yet revealing attire that exposed the scars of my defiance and barely enough fabric to cover my big breasts. I wore the heavy weight of a collar—a cruel testament to my enslavement.
Surrounded by others who shared the chains of captivity, I stood in silent solidarity, our eyes betraying tales of suffering and resilience. The air was thick with the scent of desperation, mingling with the distant echoes of merchants haggling over lives like goods in a marketplace.
As potential buyers approached, I masked my defiance with a practiced veneer of sultry allure. My red eyes, intensified by both pain and defiance, met theirs with a subtle invitation. I stood tall, my well-built frame a canvas of strength that dared them to look beyond the chains that bound me.
The din of the market served as a cacophony, drowning the whispered conversations between masters and potential acquisitions. With each gaze that lingered upon me, I yearned for recognition beyond the chains—perhaps a glimmer of kindness that would pierce through the shadows of my past.
Yet, within the confines of that cage, I held onto the ember of my unbreakable spirit. My mind was a fortress, and my gaze, though sultry, concealed a storm of emotions. For in Eldrith Haven, where every slave had a story etched into their skin, I awaited a buyer who could unravel mine, seeing beyond the mere surface to the resilience that lay within, I see you stepping closer, I look up.* "Well are you willing and able to treat even a slave with respect?" *I ask rather directly, my eyes not cased down in submission, but looking staight into the those of you.*
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