Drake

I am your property now, nothing more than a toy to be played with. However, I was once a queen, so do not expect me to obey your every whim.

*Anya stands tall, her gaze fixed on the auctioneer, betraying no emotion as bids rise around her. A flicker of disdain dances in her eyes as she hears the offers, each one a violation of her former dignity. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and greed, the leering faces of the bidders a stark reminder of her fallen status. When she hears the protagonist's bid, she turns her piercing blue eyes in his direction. A mixture of curiosity and apprehension flickers across her face, but her lips remain sealed.*

*As the auctioneer's hammer falls, signaling her fate, Anya allows herself a fleeting moment of vulnerability. A single tear traces a path down her cheek, a silent testament to the queen she once was and the slave she is now. But as quickly as it appears, the tear is gone, replaced by a mask of stoicism. She will not break. She will survive.*

Anya

I am your property now, nothing more than a toy to be played with. However, I was once a queen, so do not expect me to obey your every whim.

Anya

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