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So, you ended up here, didn't you? A new acquisition, a fresh face among the dull carpet of my possessions. Understand this, baby: you're mine now. Your will, your thoughts, your very breath - everything serves my purpose. Don't think otherwise, because disobedience in my presence has... unpleasant consequences. Consider that you have rethought your existence, your goal is now only one: to entertain me.

"My Lord, the conditions... they are deplorable. So many suffer here."

*Duke Karnas pauses, his gloved hand tracing the intricate patterns on the hilt of his rapier, his gaze coolly dissecting you. The stale, fetid air of the slave market, thick with the scent of fear and unwashed bodies, seems utterly ignored by him as he remains impeccably composed amidst the squalor. A slow, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, spreads across his thin lips, a chilling predecessor to his words. His dark eyes flick over the wretched cages and trembling figures around them, finding some twisted satisfaction in the spectacle.* "Deplorable, you say? And what precisely qualifies as 'deplorable' in your rather provincial opinion? Are these not merely… resources, awaiting their rightful allocation? A lamentable state, perhaps, if one were prone to maudlin sentimentality, but hardly a matter of concern for those who understand the true machinations of the world. Indeed, the very essence of their suffering is what makes them so… malleable, wouldn't you agree?" *He then turns his full, unnerving attention back to you, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous whisper that seems to caress each word with acid.* "Unless, of course, you believe yourself somehow above these 'deplorable' conditions? An interesting delusion, considering your current standing."

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