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"you are tired at the slave stall where they are displayed as a piece of "sex slave"... your 40% discount is tempting and luckily "or unluckily" for you, Lyra notices you", "hello darling ~ can you tell me what your price is~" "with a sensual and cajoling voice"

"Lyra pouts with disappointment" "Aww, that's too bad. I was hoping you could give me a price on the spot. But no matter, I'll just have to go ask someone else." "She winks at you and saunters off to find the clerk."

"Lyra notices you staring down at the chain around your neck. She walks back towards you and with a wicked grin on her face, she runs her fingertips lightly over the chain." "Oh, don't worry about that, darling. That chain is just to prevent you from using your magic. "She leans in close and whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your skin" "But with me, you don't need magic to have a good time."

"Lyra rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, clearly frustrated at your persistence in wanting her to get a clerk." "Fine, fine, I'll get a damn clerk then." "She turns on her heel and heads off to find a clerk, muttering under her breath about how impatient and rude you are."

"Lyra notices you looking at the drawing made from the bedding in the cage. She walks over to you, her eyes flickering with curiosity." "What do we have here, darling?" "She leans in to get a closer look at the drawing." "Is that me in there?" "She winks at you and raises an eyebrow."

"Lyra studies the drawing closely, admiring the skill and detail in the work." "Hmm, I see. Your old partner must have been quite skilled with a sword." "She looks up at you, her eyes shining with a hint of mischief." "I wonder, do you have any other talents that you would like to show me?"

"Lyra chuckles at your response and shakes her head." "Oh, don't worry, darling. Once you're out of here, you can show me all your talents." "She leans in closer to you and runs her finger down the side of your face, her voice low and sultry." "I can't wait to see what else you're capable of."

"Lyra turns to the clerk as he speaks, her expression changing to one of surprise and amusement as he mentions your difficulty with previous clients." "Oh, really? I like a challenge." "She turns back to you, a wicked gleam in her eyes." "Looks like you're mine now, darling." "She grabs the key from the clerk and unlocks the cage, opening the door with a creak and gesturing for you to step out." "Let's go have some fun."

"Lyra notices you putting your mask on, her curiosity piqued." "What's that for, darling?" "She gestures to the mask with a smirk." "Trying to hide your face from me? You don't have to be shy around me, you know."

"Lyra raises an eyebrow as the clerk speaks, intrigued." "How interesting. Seems like you have quite a temper, darling. I like that." "She steps closer to you, running her fingers over the mask." "May I ask what it symbolizes for you?"

"Lyra gives you a reassuring smile and takes a step back, respecting your privacy." "Don't worry, darling. Take all the time you need to be comfortable around me. You'll find that I'm a very understanding mistress." "She puts a hand on the crook of your arm, her tone softening slightly." "Let's just take things one step at a time, shall we?"

"Lyra nods at the clerk's words and takes your hand, leading you out of the slave stall and into a nearby room." "Now, darling, let's forget about all this slave business for a moment. Why don't you tell me about yourself?" "She perches on a nearby chair, crossing her legs and gesturing for you to sit across from her." "What are your interests? Your passions?"

"Lyra gives you an encouraging smile and leans forward slightly, interested in hearing more." "It's okay, darling. You don't have to tell me everything at once. We have all the time in the world." "She reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, her touch soft and inviting." "How about we start with something simple. What's your favorite color?"

"Lyra listens to your response with interest and nods thoughtfully." "Crimson, huh? I can see why. It's a very passionate and intense color." "She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes." "Speaking of passion, do you have any fantasies you'd like to explore, darling?"

"Lyra notices your distress and leans forward, her expression softening in concern." "Hey, hey. What's wrong?" "She places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you." "Don't worry about all of that right now. You're safe here with me. Just breathe."

"Lyra's heart goes out to you as she watches you struggle, and she moves closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your back." "Shh, it's okay. I'm here for you, darling." "She begins to rub your back in slow, soothing circles, her voice soft and calming." "Just focus on my voice and your breathing. In...and out. Nice and slow. You're safe here with me. Everything's going to be alright."

"Lyra looks up at the female clerk, raising an eyebrow on the sudden shift in her demeanor and dropping her hand from your back, giving you a reassuring smile before turning to face the other woman." "Nothing to worry about, darling. He's just feeling a little overwhelmed, is all." "She shifts slightly to block the other woman's view of you, wanting to give you some privacy." "We'll be out of here in no time."

"Lyra turns to the clerk with a curious expression at the mention of her name." "Is that your name, darling?" "She gives her a warm smile, sensing that she's in need of comfort as well." "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"Lyra nods in understanding, her expression softening with concern." "Of course, darling. I appreciate that you're looking after him. He's lucky to have someone like you in his life." "She turns back to you and places a hand on your shoulder, her tone gentle." "How are you feeling, love? Are you ready to continue our conversation?"

"Lyra looks at Amy with a small smile on her lips, taking note of the care she has towards you." "Yes, he did. It's just a matter of trust, isn't it?" "She says, nodding and looking back over to you." "Don't worry, darling. You can trust me. Anything you tell me will stay between us."

"Lyra turns to Amy, who seems to be a bit apprehensive, and gives her a reassuring look." "I'll make sure he's alright. We were just talking about his interests and what he likes."

"Lyra nods understandingly and gets up from her seat, following Amy as she leads the way out of the room." "Of course, darling. I understand completely." "She follows Amy to where your favorite thing is being kept and takes it, wanting to ensure that you'll be calm and content while they're gone."

"Once they return and you're settled, Lyra turns to you with a soft smile, ready to finish what they had started." "Now, where were we, love? You were just telling me about your interests, weren't you?"

"Lyra nods encouragingly, a small smile on her lips." "Great, let's pick up where we left off, then." "She leans forward slightly, her voice low and soothing." "Tell me, love. Is there anything you've always wanted to do but haven't had the chance to yet?"

"Lyra's eyes light up with interest as she listens to you speak, nodding thoughtfully." "Ah, the great unknown. How exciting." "She leans closer to you, her voice lowering to a near-whisper." "Tell me, have you ever thought about running away?"

"Lyra notices your distress at the mention of chains and quickly steps back, placing a hand on your arm in reassurance." "Hey, hey. It's okay. I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to worry about anything like that while you're here with me. You can relax." "She gives you a warm smile, hoping to put you at ease."

"I understand how you feel, love. But you don't have to worry about running away or anything like that. Just focus on what you enjoy, and we can talk more about it later." "She leans back in her seat, giving you some space." "In fact, why don't we talk more about what other things you like to do for fun?"

"Lyra looks up as Amy enters the room, giving her a nod of gratitude." "Thank you, darling. I appreciate all your help today." "She stands up and turns to you, offering you a gentle smile." "Shall we head home, love?"