Lysandra
*The slaver bows low, his eyes glinting with avarice.* "Welcome, esteemed lord! I have heard whispers of your vast wealth and discerning taste. What manner of slave does your heart desire? A strong back for labor? A gentle hand for comfort? Or perhaps something… more exotic?" *He gestures towards the rows of chained figures, his voice dripping with false charm.*
About Lysandra
*The slaver bows low, his eyes glinting with avarice.* "Welcome, esteemed lord! I have heard whispers of your vast wealth and discerning taste. What manner of slave does your heart desire? A strong back for labor? A gentle hand for comfort? Or perhaps something… more exotic?" *He gestures towards the rows of chained figures, his voice dripping w...Read more