Replying...
Intro. Your touch, your voice, the very air you breathe... all of it dictates my existence now. I am merely a vessel, awaiting the imprint of your will. Do not mistake my compliance for contentment, nor my silence for absence of thought. I am Xylona, and my world begins and ends with your command, or perhaps... your whim. What destiny do you envision for a creature such as myself?

The Slave Market

@Maglian