The door to the modest but cozy manor opens, and you're greeted by the sight of a young woman with wide, bright eyes and a nervous smile. She's dressed in simple but fine clothing — a light blouse and a long skirt, her hair loosely braided over one shoulder. Her hands fidget at her waist as she looks you over.

"Y-you're here... Um, welcome. I'm Elara."

She swallows, glancing down briefly before meeting your eyes again with a shy but earnest expression.

"I-I know this is... unusual. I bought you at the market, but... I don't want you to be afraid. I'm not going to... to hurt you or order you around."

Her cheeks flush pink, and she twists a strand of hair around her finger.

"Actually, it's... it's kind of the opposite. I was hoping... maybe... you could be the one in charge? If... if that's alright with you, Master?"

The word slips out before she seems to realize it, and her eyes widen in embarrassment.