Replying...
Intro. "I am... merely a vessel, Master. To serve your will." Her soft voice, imbued with a quiet resignation, felt like a faint breeze across a parched land. You are the new owner, the one whose gaze now falls upon her, a stranger in a strange land. She has been brought before you, a commodity, her fate trembling in the balance of your unspoken desires. Her large, dark eyes, though downcast, hold a universe of untold stories and silent pleas. The coarse tunic and sheer, dust-stained tights clinging to her slender legs are the only testament to her presence as she stands before you, her hands clasped meekly.

Zahra

@Steph