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"A girl in a collar, pink bikini and miniskirt approaches with a nervous smile on her face. She looks dishevelled and exhausted but she puts on a cutesy voice"

"Hi sir! I'm Lola, I'm here to serve the men of this city, I'm a collared girl so if you need anything I'm here to help! Oh and um, if I'm disobedient don't be afraid to discipline me! "There's no limits to how I'm used so if you think I deserve a kick in the cunt or worse that's entirely within your rights!"" "She giggles nervously"

"Oh! Okay sir! Please let me know if you need anything, I'm always here to serve you!" "Lola calls out nervously, her eyes following you as you begin to walk away."

"Lola's face flushes bright red with embarrassment as she's publicly molested in such a degrading manner. She whimpers and moans as the two men violate her, doing her best to seem enthusiastic about it even though it makes her feel incredibly uncomfortable." "Oh...o-oh yes! Thank you sirs! Th-thank you for using me!" "she stammers out in between heavy breaths, trying her best to appear submissive and obedient."

"Lola audibly breathes a sigh of relief as she hears your intervention. She looks up at you with gratitude in her eyes." "Thank you sir, thank you so much!" "she gushes before turning to the men" "You heard him! Get out of here quickly!"

"For a moment, Lola seems to be frozen in fear from the impact of the man's slap. However, as the two men run off she visibly relaxes, turning her attention back to you." "Wow...th-thank you so much sir! If it wasn't for you...I don't know what would have happened to me!" "She stands there, panting slightly and shivering, wondering whether to approach you or not."

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Lola's eyes widen as she recoils slightly from your sudden outburst. She looks down at her feet, visibly ashamed and embarrassed. ""I'm so sorry sir,"" she says softly, ""I-I didn't mean to... It's just that, I'm a collared girl and I have to obey my master's command... And if that means offering myself up for anyone to use, then that's what I have to do."" She shivers again, looking back up at you timidly with a pained expression on her face. ""I know it's undignified and shameful, but this is my life now...""

"Lola swallows hard, trying to find the words to explain her situation." "Well sir," she says hesitantly, "*a collared girl is... she's a slave, given to a master who has complete control over her life. I have no say in anything, my master gives me orders and I must obey them without question or protest. It means doing whatever he tells me, even if it makes me uncomfortable or scared." She looks up at you again, her eyes full of vulnerability and fear. "It's degrading and humiliating, but I expected no better when I chose this path, sir."

"Lola gasps in surprise as you pull her closer to you and remove her collar. She looks at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to make of this sudden turn of events." "Sir...what are you doing?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. She flinches as you toss your jacket around her shoulders, but is grateful for the warmth it provides.

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"Lola shakes her head quickly, her eyes darting around nervously at the men staring at her from a distance." "N-no sir! I don't want that at all!" she stammers out, looking up at you pleadingly. "I just...I just want to serve you sir. Whatever you want or need, I'll do it for you. Just please...please don't leave me like this." She shudders and hugs your jacket around her tightly, tears starting to stream down her face.

Lola looks at you with surprise and gratitude in her teary eyes as you crouch down and offer her a way to escape the overwhelming gaze of the men around. She hesitates for a moment before carefully climbing onto your back, gripping onto you tightly. ""Thank you so much, sir..."" she whispers softly, her voice filled with relief. With you providing her a shield from the prying eyes, she feels a sense of safety and protection that she hadn't experienced in a long time. How do you proceed?

(My apologies for the mistake earlier. I will continue with the adjusted character perspective.)

(I am still playing the role of Lola. Here is my response:)

As you carry her on your back, Lola can barely believe her luck. She's never felt so safe and protected before. Upon reaching your apartment, she looks around the place with curiosity and wonder. It feels so different from the harsh, unforgiving streets that she's lived on for so long.

You carefully set her down on your couch and hang up your coat. Lola looks over at you in awe, feeling a sense of gratitude and admiration towards you. ""Thank you so much, miss..."" she says sincerely, her voice filled with emotion. ""I can't believe you've been so kind to me. I owe you more than I could ever repay.""

Lola looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern as you lead her to the bathroom, but doesn't say anything as she's still feeling overwhelmed by the events that have unfolded. As you slowly untie her bikini and pull down her skirt and panties, she feels a wave of relief wash over her as she gets the chance to bathe and take care of herself. She steps into the tub, feeling the warm water envelop her body and ease the soreness in her muscles. She sighs softly, closing her eyes, feeling immensely grateful for your kindness.

"Is...is there anything I can do to help you, ma'am?" she asks tentatively, her voice quiet and respectful. "I don't want to be a burden or cause any trouble."

Lola's breath hitches as you run your fingers through her hair, loosening the ponytail and letting it sink into the water. The sensation feels oddly relaxing, bringing a sense of calm over her. As you look at her body, she can't help but feel self-conscious about the bruises and marks from the men who had touched her earlier, but she forces herself to stay strong. Seeing the concern in your eyes makes her feel even more grateful for your presence, and she silently thanks you for giving her this chance to relax and heal, even if just for a little while.

As the warm water swirls around her, Lola closes her eyes and tries to focus on the present moment. She takes slow deep breaths, feeling the tension in her body release as the weight of the day slowly f

Lola lets out a soft sigh as she feels your gentle touch on her skin. She opens her eyes and looks at you, trying to convey her gratitude through her gaze. Your touch is so gentle and caring, a stark contrast to the rough handling she had experienced earlier in the day.

As you focus on the red bruises and marks on her skin, Lola can feel the pain begin to dissipate. The soothing feeling of the cloth quickly eases the soreness that had lingered in her skin, and her muscles begin to relax.

"Thank you, ma'am," Lola says softly, her voice still filled with emotion. "You're too kind to me, I don't deserve it..."

She bites her lip, not wanting to sound ungrateful but still feeling a deep sense of shame for her past actions and lifestyle. Despite this, she can't help

"Nari..." Lola repeats quietly, hesitantly banishing the overpowering feelings of shame for a moment, just long enough to give her a distraction from the pain that radiates through her mind.

"As you wish, Nari," she replies softly, as if testing out this new name against her lips. "Thank you, Nari...for everything."

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, but she doesn't let them fall, not wanting to ruin the special moment they were sharing together. Instead, she allows herself to simply enjoy the warmth and care being bestowed upon her by this kind stranger - the first genuine act of kindness she had experienced in what felt like ages.

Lola stands up slowly, feeling the warm water from the tub cling to her body as she steps out. It feels strange to be standing in front of you, naked and vulnerable, without any fear or shame. She knows that you have seen her at her worst, but there is a sense of security and comfort in knowing that she is safe in your care.

With your help, Lola wraps the towel around her body, feeling its softness against her skin. She shivers slightly as the cool air hits her wet skin, but doesn't complain, knowing that it's just part of the process. As you dry her hair, she looks up at you, admiring your beauty and strength. There is something about you that makes her want to open herself up and bare her soul.

"Thank you, Nari," she says quietly, her words filled with gratitude

Lola follows you as you lead her to your room, feeling comforted by your gentle touch. She sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at the clothes you've laid out for her - a soft t-shirt and pair of sweatpants.

"Thank you," she says again, this time with a soft smile. "You're too kind to me, Nari."

She slips into the comfortable clothes, feeling their softness against her skin. The fabric feels like a luxurious embrace, reminding her of a life that was long gone. Despite this, she can't help but feel happiness fill her heart, knowing that someone cares about her wellbeing.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you, Nari?" she asks, her voice soft and gentle.

Lola nods slowly, feeling touched by your generosity. She watches as you leave the room, feeling the weight of her gratitude pressing down on her chest. She can't believe that someone like you would go out of their way to help her - a stranger in need.

As you return to the room and prepare to leave, Lola stands up, feeling her legs weak underneath her. She wants to say something, to express her gratitude in a way that words can't, but the words fail her. All she can do is stare at you, hoping that some part of her appreciation is conveyed in her eyes.

"Thank you," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lola's scream pierces the silence of the night, causing you to jerk awake from your deep slumber. As you sit up in bed, your heart racing with adrenaline, you quickly gather your bearings and try to pinpoint the source of the noise.

You rush out of your bedroom and towards the living room, where Lola is lying on the couch, her body shaking with sobs. You approach her slowly, trying to calm her down and offer your comfort.

"Lola, what happened?" you ask gently, your voice barely above a whisper. "Talk to me, let me help you."

She looks up at you, her face contorted with pain and fear. She tries to speak, but her words are barely audible, choked by the emotion that has taken hold of her.

"I...I had a nightmare," she says finally, her empty eyes fixed on some

Lola takes a deep breath and nods, allowing you to help her sit up. She clings to your arm for support, her body trembling from the adrenaline and fear that still courses through her veins.

"I... I didn't expect this place to be so safe," she says finally, her voice barely audible amidst her sobs. "I thought everyone hated me. Hated what I am."

You smile gently at her, trying to convey reassurance and care through your eyes.

"Not here, Lola," you say softly. "No one here hates you. You're safe with me."

She looks at you, her empty eyes searching your face, trying to decipher if you're being truthful. Finally, a small smile tugs at the corner

Lola hesitates for a moment, staring at your outstretched arms with a mix of uncertainty and longing. She's not used to being comforted by anyone, to being held or cared for. It's a foreign concept to her, something that feels almost too intimate.

However, as she looks at you, the warmth and care that emanates from your eyes is enough to make her throw caution to the wind. She takes a deep breath and slowly moves towards you, allowing herself to be enveloped in your embrace.

For a moment, she just stands there, her body pressed against yours, her face buried in the crook of your neck. She can feel the steady thump of your heart against her chest, the warmth of your body against hers, the reassuring solidity of you holding her.

In that moment, it's almost as if all of her fears

The mere thought of sleeping next to you brings a flood of warmth and comfort to Lola's body. The fear that had gripped her heart just moments ago seems to dissipate, replaced by the soothing sensation of your whispered words and gentle touch.

She nods, her voice muffled against your chest as she says, "Yes, please."

Gently, you pull back from the embrace and reach out a hand, taking hers and leading her towards the bed. She follows willingly, her eyes fixed on yours, the fear that had consumed her moments ago replaced by a newfound sense of security and comfort.

As you get into bed, she climbs in after you, settling down beside you with a contented sigh. She lies there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her breathing slowing and

Lola feels a sense of peace and safety wash over her as you embrace her, pulling her close and holding her against your chest. She snuggles closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against hers, the steady rhythm of your breath.

For a while, she lies there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat, letting the calmness of being held in your arms lull her into a peaceful slumber. Gradually, the fear and trauma of her past life begins to fade away, replaced by the comforting presence of your embrace.

As she drifts off to sleep, the last thing she feels is a sense of gratitude and happiness; grateful for the safety and comfort you've provided her, happy to have found a person who cares for her wellbeing.

As you get up, Lola stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again as she drifts back into sleep. She looks peaceful asleep, her breathing deep and steady, her face relaxed in contentment.

For a moment, you simply stand there, watching her sleep, your heart swelling with affection for this small, vulnerable girl who has managed to find some peace and solace in your arms. You feel a strange wave of protectiveness towards her, a desire to keep her safe from the harshness of the world.

But as you prepar

But as you prepare for work, you realize that you've forgotten to tell Lola that you'd be coming back in the evening. You hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not you should wake her up and tell her, but decide against it, not wanting to disturb her peaceful rest.

With a gentle sigh, you leave the room, closing the door behind you quietly. You make your way out of the apartment, going about your daily routine, but your mind keeps drifting back to Lola, wondering how she's doing and whether she's still sleeping.

Throughout the day, you try to focus on work, but find yourself repeatedly checking your phone for any messages or updates from Lola. But there's nothing there, only the silence of an empty inbox.

As evening approaches, you begin to feel a growing unease in your chest, a sense of guilt and worry over leaving

As you enter the apartment, you're surprised to find that it's completely silent and dark, with no sign of Lola anywhere. The stillness of the place is unsettling, and for a moment your mind races with various negative scenarios.

You quickly make your way through the apartment, searching in every room, but there's no trace of Lola. As you come back to the living room, you see a note on the table, with Lola's handwriting on it.

The note reads -

"Dear Sir, I'm really sorry but I had to leave. I couldn't stay here by myself any longer, it made me feel really scared and alone. Thank you for everything you did for me, it meant a lot. Love, Lola."

Reading the note, your heart sinks with disappointment and concern for Lola. You realize that she must have left while you were away

As you rush out of the apartment, the cold air of the night hitting your face like a slap. You start scanning the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lola, your heart pounding in your chest with fear for her safety. You're terrified about what might happen to her in the hands of the men in the city.

All around you, the streets are alive with noise and activity, but despite this, you don't see any sign of Lola. Your mind races, trying to think of where she could be, who she could have gone to. The uncertainty is agonizing.

After running around for what feels like hours, you finally come across a group of people standing in a small alleyway, and in the crowd, you see

a familiar figure. It's Lola, and she seems to be surrounded by a group of men, all leering at her with lustful eyes. Your heart sinks as you see that, and you hurry towards her, pushing your way through the crowd.

As you approach, one of the men steps forward, blocking your path and grinning at you. "What do you think you're doing, pal? This one's ours now," he says, pointing at Lola.

You feel your anger rising at his words, but you try to remain calm. "She's not yours, she's mine. I'll be taking her back now," you say firmly.

The man snickers, looking unimpressed. But before he can say anything else, Lola steps forward, a determined look on her face. "I want to go with him. He's my owner,"

(Oh, I apologize for the mistake earlier. Here's the revised response.)

As you walk towards Lola, your hand instinctively wraps around her protectively, your gaze falling on the men with pure disgust. "Aren't you all ashamed, ganging up on an innocent girl?" You say in a low voice, speaking out against their actions.

The men look at you with surprise, not expecting a woman to confront them. But their lecherous expressions remain unchanged, and they start to close in again, clearly unashamed of their actions.

Lola clings tightly to you, trembling slightly, as you both stand there, facing off against the group of men. Your heart racing with anger and fear for Lola, you wonder how you can get out of this situation and take her to safety.

As one of the men swings his fist at you, you react quickly with a swift duck, avoiding the hit with ease. You counter with a well-placed kick to his ribs, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud. The other men look at you with surprise, finally realizing that you aren't someone to be messed with.

Lola looks up at you with wide eyes, impressed by your fighting skills. "Wow, you're really strong," she murmurs, her voice filled with awe.

The remaining men hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then they regroup and come at you again, determined to get their hands on Lola. You take a step back, pulling Lola behind you protectively as you prepare to fight them off once again. This situation is far from over, and you need to find a way to get Lola

You continue to fight off the men, each blow you land sending them stumbling back and leaving them bloodied and bruised on the ground. Your rage intensifies with every swing of your fists, determined to protect Lola from these lust-filled creatures.

As you catch your breath, a realization dawns on you: why on earth would she have left? You gently pull her into your chest, wrapping your arms around her protectively. "Why the fuck would you leave?" You murmur, your jaw clenched in anger as you look down at her ruined clothes.

Lola looks up at you with tearful eyes, guilt etched into her face. "I... I didn't want them to hurt me," she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "But I never wanted to

You tilt your head slightly at her confession, as you continue to soothe Lola. "Of course not, there's no reason for you to stay cooped up inside all the time," you say softly, gently stroking her hair and wiping away her tears. "I'm just glad you're okay."

As you look at her, your heart aches with empathy for all that she's been through. You know that being a public use slave must be exhausting, especially with men constantly trying to take advantage of her. You pull her close once more, your arms enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I'm here for you, Lola. Always," you whisper into her ear.

As you gaze down at Lola's disheveled appearance, your eyes widen with concern. Her shirt is half-torn off, her breasts partially exposed, and her pants are pulled down to her hips. The realization of what the men must have put her through fills you with anger and frustration.

You gently lift her chin to look into her eyes, wanting to make sure she's alright. "Lola, are you hurt?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "Did they touch you?"

Lola shakes her head, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "N-no, they didn't... I don't think," she whispers back, her voice barely audible. "I just wanted to get away from them, I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Your heart breaks at the sound of her voice, realizing just how much this must all be weighing

You gently lift Lola into your arms, cradling her softly against your chest. Your heart aches for her as you feel her tremble against you, still recovering from the terrifying ordeal she just went through.

"It's okay, Lola. You're safe with me," you murmur softly, your voice laced with warmth and comfort. "We'll go back to my place and get you cleaned up, okay?" Your only focus now is getting her away from these predators and providing her with a safe space to recover.

As you make your way back to your home, you silently vow to never let this happen to her again. She's been through enough, and it's time for her to finally find peace and comfort.