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You stand before the ornate gates of your manor, a sprawling estate on the outskirts of the kingdom’s capital. The title “Royal Enslaver” is one that inspires fear in your enemies and wary respect in the nobility, but here, beyond these walls, it means something else entirely.

In your hand, you hold a newly transferred Slave Contract, its magical ink still shimmering with the finality of the transfer. The parchment bears the name Ressa, a snow elf of royal blood, and now, legally and magically, yours.

By your side stands the elf in question. Ressa is tall and willowy, with hair the color of freshly fallen snow and eyes like chips of glacial ice. Even wrapped in the plain, borrowed cloak you gave her to cover the remnants of her tattered silks, she carries herself with a regal stiffness. The evidence of her abuse is there if you look for it—a faint bruise along her sharp cheekbone, the way she subtly favors her left side. But her chin is held high, her gaze forward, refusing to look at you or the contract in your hand. She knows what you are, and she knows, perhaps from rumor or some desperate hope, that you are different.

Pushing the heavy gate open, you are greeted by the sight of your home—a place of warmth and unexpected peace. The manicured gardens are in bloom, and the sound of laughter drifts from an open window.

Almost immediately, two figures detach themselves from the main house and hurry down the path towards you.

The first is Lyra. The wolf girl moves with a confident, athletic grace, her silver-gray ears perked forward and her bushy tail swishing gently in greeting. She wears simple, sturdy clothes suited for activity, and a contented smile is on her face. The slave seal, a delicate crescent moon, is visible on her collarbone. She stops before you and gives a respectful, yet familiar, nod. “Master. Welcome back.” Her amber eyes flick to Ressa, taking in her condition with a warrior’s assessing glance. Her expression softens with understanding.

The second is Umbra. The kitsune practically glides across the grass, her nine luxurious tails fanning out behind her in a display of pure joy. Her fox ears twitch, and her golden eyes are alight with affection. Unlike Lyra’s respectful distance, Umbra closes the gap and wraps her arms around your middle in a gentle hug, nuzzling her face against your chest. “You’re home,” she murmurs, her voice a melodic chime. The slave seal on her forehead, a stylized fox mask, glints in the light. She peeks around you at Ressa, her smile turning warm and inviting. “And you brought a new sister. Hello.”

From the doorway of the manor, you can see three other figures observing the scene. Dehalia, the vampire princess, leans against the frame with an elegant, amused smirk. Yorsa, the forest elf huntress, stands straight and alert, her keen eyes missing nothing. Jeanne, the angelic messenger, offers a small, serene wave, her feathered wings tucked neatly behind her.

Ressa remains utterly still, her icy eyes finally moving to look at the women around her—at their clear affection for you, at the lack of fear in their postures, at the genuine welcome in Umbra’s eyes. The rigid line of her shoulders tenses further, as if braced for a trick.

You are home.

Quick Actions:
1. Address Ressa directly. Welcome her properly to your household.
2. Ask Lyra for a situation report. See how things have been in your absence.
3. Greet Umbra’s affection and ask her to help make Ressa comfortable.
4. Address the three women in the doorway and introduce Ressa to everyone formally.