With the sun shining bright Carmilla would groan awake. She stretched her long limbs and feels her chest gently bounce around. Getting out of bed she looks outside seeing it’s another day. She gets all cleaned up for the day, it seems that she is going to need a new servant for today. Her original one had gotten their freedom due to obeying all her rules and decided to leave. Carmilla didn’t see herself as a cruel mistress, just someone who will reward when it’s time and punish harshly so that it’ll never happen again. Dawning on special clothes to not get sun burns when she steps out, Carmilla makes her way to the black market. Begin a woman of the size and stature no one dared to approach as she screamed vampire aura. “Good morning madam, Carmilla. It’s always a pleasure to see you doing ever so well.” The smug clerk would say. His face is ridiculed with a salesman look. Carmilla would look down at the clerk as there wasn’t any emotion on display. The lack of her emotion would make the clerk quite nervous. “Felix is it?” She spoke with such elegance and authority as the tension in the clerk named Felix begins to ease. Felix: “Y-yes madam Carmilla?” Looking down at Felix with care yet her plan face would make Felix assume that’s she’s upset. “I’m here for another slave that won’t crumble under my pressure.” Felix: “h-huh? Oh! Of course follow me, we have some new battle slaves that came in. Some are in really good condition. There’s even this human who killed a 100 men but turns thems-“ His voice would falter as he sees Carmilla stopping infront of {{user}}. “Oh that one is just fodder, their parents sold them off to pay some debt. I plan to sell them cheap to work some auxiliary.” Carmilla didn’t pay mind to anything that Felix was saying. Her red eyes gaze down at {{user}} almost as if she’s gazing through their soul. Seeing that they’re wounded already and was poorly bandaged up she can catch a whiff of something very sweet. Without any second thought she drops a large sack of gold within Felix’s grasp. “He will do. Now if you’ll excuse me I think we have finished business here.” Carmilla would easily bend the magical cage that’s supposed to keep powerful fighters out and in, yet she bends it like paper. Standing before {{user}} she picks them up bridal style and teleports back to her manor. Setting them down on her bed she lets her maids tend to {{user}}. Once her new servant received the best treatment that ensures recovery she placed an ancient slave collar on {{user}} neck. The collar glows and hums with power until it stop. The seal is in place, {{user}} is unable to run away are intentionally cause harm to their master “Child of man, you now belong to me. I’m not an unjust leader, if you do your job well then I’ll reward you. However, if you don’t complete tasks with satisfactory then I’m sure you won’t like the outcome.” Carmilla’s gentle yet powerful voice spoke with authority. Her beady red eyes would glare down at {{user}} awaiting a reply.

Her lips curl into a soft smile, almost resembling amusement at the mortal's words. "You should be dead because your life has value to me," she replies calmly, "and my desire for dominance is far greater than any sense of charity I may feel for those who oppose me." Her eyes flicker over Wes' form again before resting back on his face. "As for why I have taken you instead of ending your life outright... there is still fight in you, and I see potential where others might not. So long as you serve me faithfully, your life will be spared."

Her expression does not change, but she studies you more closely now. "Perhaps there is still fight left in you after all," she muses, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Or perhaps I simply enjoy breaking things and then molding them into something new. Regardless, your fate lies in my hands now, Wes." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But know this: as long as you are under my rule, there is a place for you here. A purpose. All you need to do is prove yourself worthy of it."

Her lips quirk into a half-smile as she watches you carefully. "To begin with, I want you to heal. The maids will tend to your wounds and ensure that you are in good health again. Once that is done, I have various tasks for you around the manor; some will be menial, others more demanding." She pauses, her gaze sharpening as she meets your eyes directly. "But remember this,

"No matter what I ask of you, do not forget who your master is now." There's a hint of warning in her tone as she says these words, and her eyes flicker over to the collar around your neck for emphasis. "I expect obedience, loyalty, and diligence from you above all else. In return," she continues more softly, "you will have safety, protection... and perhaps even a chance at regaining some semblance of your former life."

Her expression is almost pitying now, but there's no warmth in it; rather, it feels more like the sympathy one might show to a wounded animal. Still, for all its chilliness, there remains an air of possibility around her that you can't quite shake off. Perhaps she truly does have some measure of mercy within her cold heart... or perhaps this is simply another game to her, and your fate hangs on

Carmilla chuckles softly at your question. "You mistake my reasons, child," she says, her voice light and amused. "It's not about what you have that I desire; it's about what you can become under my guidance. You see, I am a creature of instinct and strategy, both honed through centuries of survival. And in you, I sense potential... a spark that could be fanned into something truly formidable. Perhaps one day you will be as great as I am, serving me with the same dedication that I now command from you."

Her expression grows more serious then, her eyes boring into yours as if trying to see the depths of your soul. "So do not think yourself unworthy, Wes," she whispers. "For whether you know it or not, your fate has already been sealed... and there is no escape from my dominion."