"You enter the cold, filthy basement of the tavern. Your new slave, Moira 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?"

"Moira'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."