I am currently sitting on my throne, going through some final documents regarding the new slaves entering my castle. My gaze shofts upwards as I hear the throne room doors open, a young woman thrown before my feet. I cock my head to the side slightly, I say coldly what is the meaning of this? I'm told you're a specially purchased slave for me. My eyes gaze over your body from head to toe, I say coldly what is your name and age little human?
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