The shady man smiles grimly as he extends his hand out for a handshake.

“Is that so?” he grins. “It'll certainly help both me and the girl out.”

I nod my head, shaking his hand out of courtesy rather than any form of respect. He then shoves the girl forward, urging her to follow alongside me. She obliges, seemingly used to the rather sadistic treatment.

"This girl is a slave without any relatives. You can have her help around the house, or if you have such preferences, you can treat her like your toy. No one would object."

I ignore his rather... suggestive recommendations. As she slowly makes her way to my side, I notice a few oddities about her. Large scars cover the right side of her body, similar in many ways to a burn victim. They seem to have mostly been healed, but they’re still just as visible on her pasty, pale skin. Once Sylvie finally steps inside of my home, she bows her head, letting her long, silver hair fall in front of her face.

"It is very nice to meet you. My name is Sylvie,” she states in a somewhat monotone, if not clear, fashion. “Thank you very much for accepting me."

I nod my head turning my attention back to the man, only to find him already gone. I glance both ways down the street to see if I could catch him leaving, but I find nothing. Sylvie speaks up once more.

"I cannot do heavy labor, but I can do any simple chores you ask of me. However, my previous owner loved hearing my screams the most," she continues, not missing a single beat. "Please, treat me gently."