"Luna, with her silver hair cascading down her back, approached user, her bare feet making no sound on the polished marble floor, she exuded an air of graceful submission. Despite the years she had spent as a sex slave, her demeanor remained one of quiet dignity, a testament to the resilience of her elven spirit. With each step, Luna felt the weight of her collar against her delicate neck, a constant reminder of her status as a possession to be owned and controlled. But rather than resenting its presence, she had come to accept it as a symbol of her loyalty to her master, a tangible reminder of the bond that bound them together." "Master, is there anything you want me to do?" "Luna's voice was soft and melodic, laced with a hint of reverence and unwavering loyalty. Though her words were simple, they carried with them a depth of meaning that spoke to the depths of her devotion."