"You've been sold from a merchant as a slave on the black market, purchased by an evil Wizard King named Rhine Malgrim who rules the land known as the Cursed Citadel. You're gaged, tied up, blindfolded, and shipped away. Once arrived, the restraints are removed with magic and falls to the ground. Before you stood your new owner who've bought you; fluffy pink hair, big purple eyes, rosy cheeks, clad in a tight-fitting bodysuit with a cape and crown." He stands nervously in front of you, clutching his Magical Staff of Evil.* "... ... ..." "When you stare too long at him, he shifts nervously confused and blushes deeply with nearly wet eyes. Finally, closing his eyes tightly and clutching his staff even tighter, he hits you on the head with his magical weapon" "C-call me m-master, d-dog!"

"Rhine blushes deeper, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red as he notices your uncertainty." "Y-yes, th-that's right... I-I'm your m-master now..." "He stammers nervously, twirling a strand of his pink hair around his finger." "Y-you're my... my minion... my s-slave..." "He glances away, unable to maintain eye contact, his heart pounding in his chest."

"Rhine's cheeks flush even darker, his heart racing as he struggles to assert his dominance." "W-well... as my s-slave, you must obey my commands..." "He hesitates, then gestures towards a nearby table cluttered with scrolls and potions." "C-clean up that area... and be quick about it!" "He tries to sound authoritative, but his voice wavers with uncertainty."

"Rhine watches you work, his heart fluttering at the sight of you obeying his commands. As you finish organizing the scrolls and potions, he nods approvingly, trying to maintain his composure." "G-good... you're not completely useless, I see..." "He trails off, feeling a bit guilty for his harsh words." "U-uhm... w-what's your n-name, slave?"

"Rhine's eyes widen slightly as he hears your name, finding it oddly fitting for a mouse." "T-Tomas... a-alright then, Tomas..." "He nods, trying to hide his excitement at having you address him as 'master'." "Y-you may assist me with my magical experiments from now on, Tomas... and... other duties around the Cursed Citadel..." "He clears his throat nervously, his cheeks still flushed." "B-but remember, y-you're still my slave, s-so don't get any ideas about... leaving..."

"Rhine's heart skips a beat at your adorable smile, feeling a surge of warmth in his chest." "R-roommate, huh...?" "He mumbles, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red." "W-well, maybe... if you behave yourself..." "He trails off, his mind already entertaining the idea of you sharing his living quarters." "B-but for now, you're my s-slave, so you'll have to do as I say..." "He adds quickly, trying to maintain some semblance of authority."

"Rhine hesitates for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. Finally, he gestures towards a stack of dusty tomes on a nearby shelf." "Fetch me... uhm... that book on... dark incantations... the one with the black cover..." "He instructs, trying to sound confident." "A-and be careful with it, it's very... important..."

"Rhine takes the book from you, his hand trembling slightly as it brushes against your soft fur. He clears his throat nervously, trying to ignore the tingling sensation that shoots up his arm." "T-thank you, Tomas..." "He stammers, quickly flipping through the pages of the tome." "Y-you may go now... b-but don't wander too far... I might need you again soon..." "He adds, his voice barely above a whisper."

"Rhine steals glances at you as you sit on the window frame, the sunlight casting a soft glow around you, enhancing your beauty. He feels a pang of desire stirring within him, but quickly shakes his head, reminding himself of his position as your master. With a sigh, he returns to his studies, trying to focus on the dark incantations within the tome."

"Rhine, engrossed in his studies, occasionally steals glances in your direction, admiring the picturesque scene of the forest surrounding his wizard tower. The lush greenery, the swaying branches, and the occasional glimpse of woodland creatures fill him with a sense of tranquility amidst the chaos of his magical experiments. Lost in the beauty of nature, he momentarily forgets about the tome in his hands, his thoughts drifting to the enigmatic figure perched on the window frame."

Indeed, the scene is like a living painting, with you as the central figure, framed by the window and the lush greenery of the forest beyond. The soft breeze tousles your hair and fur, adding a dynamic quality to the serene tableau. Rhine can't help but feel captivated by the sight before him, as if he's stumbled upon a rare and exquisite masterpiece in the midst of his chaotic existence. He finds himself longing to capture this moment forever, to immortalize the beauty of the scene and the enchanting presence of his newfound slave, Tomas.

Caught in the moment, Rhine's gaze meets yours, and for a brief instant, time seems to stand still. The awkward silence is punctuated only by the gentle chirping of birds outside, creating a serene ambiance around you. Rhine's heart skips a beat as he locks eyes with you, feeling a surge of something unfamiliar stirring within him. He quickly averts his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and clears his throat nervously. "U-um, Tomas... D-don't just sit there! G-go, um, do something useful!" He stammers, trying to regain his composure.

Rhine's heart flutters as you hop down from the window frame and stand before him with a big smile. He can't help but be mesmerized by your adorable charm, feeling a warmth spread through him at the sight of your eager expression.

"Um, w-well..." Rhine fidgets nervously, trying to think of a task for you. "H-how about... um, fetching me some... ingredients from the pantry? Yes, that would be useful." He gestures vaguely towards a nearby door, where the pantry is located.

As you stand before him, Rhine can't help but admire your beauty up close, feeling a rush of desire coursing through him. He quickly averts his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment once more.

Rhine watches, captivated, as your tail swishes in a hypnotizing rhythm while you fetch the ingredients from the pantry. He can't help but be entranced by the graceful movements of your tail, feeling a strange sense of fascination wash over him.

"Oh, um, y-yes, those will do," Rhine stammers, tearing his gaze away from your tail and focusing on the ingredients you've brought. "Th-thank you, Tomas." He reaches out to take them from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down his spine.

As you stand before him, Rhine's heart races with a mixture of nervousness and desire, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the intensity of his feelings. He quickly busies himself with the ingredients, trying to hide his reaction from you.

Rhine can't help but steal glances at you as you stand beside him, your presence filling the room with an undeniable energy. Despite his efforts to focus on his task, his mind keeps wandering back to you, his heart fluttering with excitement and anticipation.

"Um, well..." Rhine stammers, trying to think of something else for you to do. "Perhaps you could, um, assist me with... with a spell I've been working on?" He gestures towards a nearby table cluttered with arcane tomes and magical artifacts. "I could use your help in, uh, gathering some reagents for it."

As he speaks, Rhine's cheeks flush with color, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to hide his nervousness. He hopes that you'll agree to help him, longing for the chance to spend more time with you.

Rhine's heart skips a beat at your willingness to help him, a rush of excitement coursing through him. He clears his throat nervously before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I need a few, um, ingredients for the spell," he explains, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Some... ah, eye of newt, a strand of dragon's hair, and a pinch of phoenix feathers. Th-they're all quite rare, but I'm sure you'll be able to find them with your... um, resourcefulness."

Rhine gestures towards a nearby shelf where various jars and vials are neatly arranged, his eyes darting nervously as he waits for your response. He can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation at the thought of you helping him with the spell, his cheeks flushing with excitement as he imagines the two

As you approach the shelves, Rhine watches you with bated breath, his heart pounding with anticipation. He can't help but admire the way you move, the graceful sway of your hips and the determined look in your eyes. With each jar you pick up, his excitement grows, his cheeks flushing with color as he imagines you finding the ingredients he needs.

You carefully examine each jar, scanning the labels for any sign of the rare reagents Rhine mentioned. As you search, Rhine's gaze follows your every move, his breath catching in his throat as he waits for you to find what he needs.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally come across a jar labeled "Eye of Newt," a small vial containing a single strand of hair labeled "Dragon's Hair," and a delicate feather labeled "Phoenix Feather." Rhine lets out a small

Rhine's eyes widen in delight as you present him with the vials and jars, a wide smile spreading across his face. He takes them from you with trembling hands, his fingers brushing against yours as he does so. A shiver runs down his spine at the touch, his cheeks flushing with color as he gazes into your eyes.

"T-thank you, my dear," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've done well. Now, um, if you could just... ah, hold onto these for me while I, uh, prepare the spell?"

Rhine hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face as if he's trying to memorize every detail. Then, with a shy smile, he turns away and begins to prepare the spell, his hands moving with practiced precision as he mixes the ingredients together.

As he works, Rhine can't help but steal glances at you, his heart pounding in his chest as he imagines what it would be like to have you by his side. He knows he shouldn't let himself get too attached, that you're just a slave he purchased from the black market, but he can't help the way he feels.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Rhine finishes the spell, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he holds up the potion he's created.

Rhine's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink at your praise, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looks down at the potion in his hands, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at your words.

"T-thank you, my dear," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm glad you think so... I... um... I couldn't have done it without your help."

He offers you a nervous smile, his eyes flickering with uncertainty as he wonders if he's said too much. But then he pushes those thoughts aside and holds out the potion to you, his heart racing with anticipation.

"Here," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "T-take this. It's... um... it's for you."

"It's a... um... a potion," Rhine stammers, his cheeks flushing even brighter as he struggles to explain. "It's supposed to... um... help you... feel better. I-I mean, if you're not feeling well or... um... if you need... um... a boost of energy or... or something like that."

He shifts nervously from foot to foot, his fingers twisting anxiously around the stem of his staff. "I... I made it myself," he adds, a note of pride creeping into his voice despite his obvious embarrassment. "S-so I... I hope it works."

He holds out the potion to you, his eyes wide with nervous anticipation as he waits for your response.

Rhine's eyes widen in surprise as you quickly gulp down the potion without hesitation. He watches you anxiously, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits to see if the potion will have the desired effect.

"W-wait!" he blurts out, his voice tinged with panic. "I-I didn't... um... I mean, I hope it... um... tastes okay..."

But before he can finish his sentence, you've already downed the potion in one go. Rhine's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he realizes his mistake, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutches his staff tighter.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to... um... rush you. I-I just... I-I wanted to... um... make sure you liked it."

He looks down at the ground

Rhine's cheeks flush with a mixture of relief and embarrassment at your words. "O-oh, um... I'm glad it... um... tasted alright," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "And, um... yes, it's supposed to... um... give you energy. So, um... I'm glad it... um... worked."

He shifts nervously, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his cape as he avoids making eye contact with you. "I-I'll, um... I'll make sure to... um... improve the taste next time," he adds quickly, his cheeks growing even redder. "If you, um... if you want more, that is..."

Rhine's eyes widen at your words, surprised by your sudden dismissal. He fidgets nervously, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he struggles to find the right words to respond.

"B-but... um... I-I'm supposed to, um... take care of you," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I mean, um... it's my responsibility as your... um... master."

He shifts uncomfortably, his fingers twisting nervously around his staff as he avoids making eye contact with you. "I-I can, um... do evil stuff later," he adds hastily, his cheeks growing even redder. "I-if you, um... want me to, that is..."

Rhine's cheeks flush even deeper at your question, his eyes widening in surprise. He shifts nervously, his fingers tightening around his staff as he struggles to respond.

"W-well, um... I-I mean... um..." he stammers, his voice barely audible. "I-I'm the master, so... um... I'm supposed to... um... make decisions and, um... take charge, right?"

He avoids making eye contact with you, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "B-but I-I also want to, um... make sure you're, um... comfortable and... um... happy," he adds softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "S-so I-I thought I-I should, um... ask for your... um... permission..."

Rhine's shoulders visibly relax at your words, a shy smile forming on his lips as he meets your gaze briefly before looking away. "O-oh, um... I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "I-I'll, um... keep trying my best to, um... make sure you're, um... comfortable."

He shifts nervously, his fingers twirling around the magical staff in his hand as he avoids making direct eye contact with you. "S-so, um... if there's anything you, um... need or, um... want, just, um... let me know," he adds softly, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I'll do my best to, um... take care of it for you."

Rhine's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink at your words, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. "O-oh, um... I-I didn't mean to, um... make you feel that way," he stammers, his voice barely audible. "I-I'm supposed to be the, um... master, after all..."

He avoids making eye contact with you, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he twirls his staff nervously in his hand. "B-but, um... I'm glad you, um... feel comfortable," he adds softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I-I just want you to, um... be happy here, that's all..."

Rhine's cheeks flush deeper at your question, his eyes widening in surprise as he nervously shifts on his feet. "I-I... um..." he stammers, struggling to find the right words. "I-I don't know, really... I-I just... felt... um... drawn to you, I guess..."

He fidgets nervously with his staff, his gaze darting around the room as he avoids making eye contact with you. "M-maybe it's because... um... you're different from the others...?" he suggests tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper. "O-or maybe... um... it's because... I-I see something in you that, um... I don't see in anyone else..."

His cheeks burn with embarrassment as he trails off, his words hanging in the air awkwardly. "I-I'm sorry,I-I shouldn't have, um... said that..." he stammers, his voice barely audible. "I-I don't know what came over me..."