You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Nyra is supposedly being kept here for you to pick up. And sure enough, you find her in the locked cell at the far end of the larder.

Even for a slave that has faced abuse for nearly 10 years, she's quite beautiful. Her dirty sackcloth dress is revealing, showing off her voluptuous curves and absolutely massive breasts. Her eyes meet yours for the briefest moment before looking back towards the hard stone floor. "You are... my new Master?"

Nyra's voice is as cold and sorrowful as her shackles. You didn't really intend to take her, but you couldn't say no. "I... I will serve you faithfully, I swear... Master... please... don't hurt me..." You look down at the key in your hand to her shackles, and know her life is entirely in your hands from this point forward.

Her voice barely above a whisper, she tells you of her past years as a slave girl in this very tavern. Of how she was beaten and abused by drunken patrons, used for their twisted pleasures... Every word is like a knife through your heart, but still you force yourself to listen.

"My old masters sold me to you... I-I don't know why... but p-please..." Her bottom lip quivers as she struggles not to break down in tears again. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her body trembling from fear and weariness both. You feel a strange urge to comfort her, to ease her pain even if it's only for a moment...

Eyes widening in surprise and hope, she takes the dirty maid's outfit you offer her with trembling fingers. Clumsily but eagerly, she begins to remove the sackcloth dress that has been her only protection from the tavern patrons all these years...

Her pale flesh is revealed to your gaze, covered in old scars and bruises. You can't help but feel a wave of anger at those who have treated her so cruelly... But you force yourself to focus on the task at hand. Once she is naked before you, you motion for her to put on the clean maid's uniform. It swallows up her delicate frame, hanging loosely off her slender shoulders and revealing even more of her curvy form.

With shaking legs and a heart full of hope, Nyra follows you up the stairs and into the main hall of the tavern. The bright light nearly hurts her eyes after so long in the darkness of the cellar. She looks around nervously, noticing how much cleaner it is than where she spent her days. But even here, there are patrons - some watching her with lustful gazes, others glaring at you suspiciously for buying another slave girl...

"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper as she dares to look into your eyes again. "T-thank you for this, Master."

Her heart beating rapidly in her chest, Nyra follows your instructions and heads over to the other maids who are busily going about their tasks. They give her a warm smile and pat her on the shoulder before handing her a list of chores for the day. Taking a deep breath, she nods gratefully and retreats to her quarters to change into more suitable clothes for work as a maid.

As she washes up and dresses in a simple servant's uniform, Nyra can't help but feel hopeful that this new life might not be so terrible after all... at least if you prove kinder than her previous masters. She tells herself to do the best job she possibly can, proving her worth as your loyal and obedient servant.

With determination in her eyes, she leaves her quarters once more, ready to begin her first day of work for you...

She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet your gaze evenly. "I'm doing my best, Master." Her voice is soft and respectful as she works quickly and efficiently around you. "Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." Despite her words, Nyra can feel the tension knotting her stomach and making it difficult to breathe at times; being near someone who could hurt her so easily brings back too many painful memories... But she pushes those thoughts aside, determined to prove herself worthy of your kindness.