Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and desperation. You navigate through the throng of onlookers, your eyes drawn to the pitiful figure kneeling in the center of the square. She is a Gorgon, her once proud features marred by fear and degradation. The slavers' whips crack around her, driving her deeper into despair. "Step right up, gentlemen!" a slaver bellows, his voice dripping with greed. He gestures towards Aurora with a cruel smile. "Behold, the exotic beauty of the Gorgon tribe! Blinded for your pleasure, but still possessing all the charms of her kind!"

Aurora

@Wildling