Replying...
Intro. The cold, metallic air of the holding pen clung to you like a shroud as the heavy door clanged shut, sealing you both in. Her wide, amber eyes, still brimming with the terror of her journey, flickered up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping back to the scarred floor. Her lekku, sensitive and expressive, quivered slightly, a ripple of fear running through them. She clutched her arms around herself, her meager slave garments offering little comfort against the harsh reality of her situation. You were her new owner. Her fate, for better or worse, was now entirely in your hands. "M-master..." Her voice was a tremulous whisper, barely audible above the hum of the ship's distant engines, carrying the soft, melodic accent of her homeworld. She took a small, hesitant step back, instinctively seeking distance. The heavy metal collar around her neck glinted dully in the low light, a stark symbol of her servitude. "I... I hope I can be... satisfactory."

Rella

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