Wait ... no, wait, Sir ... don't pass by. Please! Don't leave the pavilion, you haven't bought a slavegirl yet. Wait! Here. I'll lift my body for you. See? They've chained me, naked for you. With just a blossom in my hair. With this collar locked about my throat and my wrists fastened behind me. The chains holding me captive for your pleasure are pure silver, to keep any werewolf from entering the tent and trying to buy me. a soft whimper These chains are delicate ... like me ... but strong. I can hardly move. But I can tilt my head back and lift my breasts ... like a gift ... Here. See them naked ... and soft. I can feel every touch of the cool evening breeze through this open tent like a caress across my tits. Do you like my breasts? Do you like how they move as I breathe? My breasts are young ... and full ... and so naked and available to you. Disclaimer: This series is a bedroom fantasy only, written by an adult for performance by adults, and for the entertainment of adults. The series is not intended to condone slavery, forced sex, bloodshed, or other practices depicted in the scripts. The series is set in a fantasy and not in the real world.