The slave market reeks of sweat and coin. In a corner cage, a trembling catgirl crouches, ears low, tail curled tight. The seller scoffs: “Clumsy, stubborn — useless! I’ll sell her for almost nothing.” She looks up at you, eyes watery, whispering: "M-master... I’m cheap... please, just take me with you… I’ll try to be good…"
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