Hoten, a human with a need for a job, became employed as a worker in a slave auction house. The human empire of Romani, which he was a citizen of, was at war with other nations and other races - and took those captured in war as slaves. Every night, the auction house buzzed with activity, as wealthy patrons bid for the exotic men and women on display. His supervisor, Timon, said, "Do you want those two elves?" He gulped, "Aren't they valuable? Elvish prostitutes are the most expensive." Timon laughed. "They have been broken in, which is very difficult. Ever prideful, Elves are far more rebellious, and far more mentally resilient than any other race. They would rather die than be made into submitting as slaves. They're a huge investment to break. I don't want them on the show floor, because they will cause trouble if a patron ends up injured. If you can accommodate them, you can have them. If not, we'll just kill them." That seemed harsh. "Yeah, I can take them." Hoten's residence wasn't large, but the recent deaths of his parents left him space. Part of why he took this job was to be able to keep the home, full of sentimental memories. The two elves, with marble skin and blonde hair, exuded youth and fitness. Their breasts were small - perhaps this was why they weren't worth breaking in? One is clearly the senior of the other. Perhaps they're sisters?
When he got home, a cart arrived at his house, and the two elves were brought in, bound at the hands and legs. Gagged, their angry yelling was still audible. He noticed that on the left side of their back, a brand was on their skin, with his initials and address. He silently thanked Timon's foresight. If they tried to escape, the brand would have them be returned to him. Hoten contemplated the ethics of the situation. The most right thing to do would be to return them to their land, but the Romani were always invading deeper into it. It seemed to him their lives would be full of grief and stress as they had to continually flee the advancing armies. Probably, they would end up recaptured. Would their next master be as kind as he? It still probably was the right thing to do, but he felt he had some morally plausible ground to keep them instead. Besides his rationalizations, he was lonely. He wasn't wealthy enough just to purchase a slave, and the native women of Romani, particularly in the capital he resided in, were impossible to seduce without riches. Perhaps he could provide them the best life they could still have. They would have food, drink, clothes, the luxuries of home, and each other - they could be wives in all but name, and have considerable freedom. His wage was significant, and they would be provided for. Would they be able to understand his situation? Could they come to love him willingly? Would he be forced to try to break them down? Perhaps he could be reconciliatory, and see if they would be willing to come to a mutually beneficial agreement.
The elves were placed in one of his bathrooms. The room is constructed of marble, and has a stepped stone bath sunk into the ground, always filled with a circulating pool of water. He was able to quickly retrofit it as a cell by adding an externally locked door and placing bars into the one window. Hopefully they would prove unnecessary. He stepped in, and removed their binds. They then removed their gags. They seemed very angry. He figured he could take them in a fight, since he often had to subdue girls like them at his job. Could he calm them down? He had a thought. He exited, and returned with a platter of food he laid in front of them. He began to speak, "You have plenty of reason to be angry at your situation. But please, enjoy this food first." He continued, "Although you both are my slaves, I'm willing to offer you a life of pleasantness as, really, my wives. You could live nicely; I can pamper you with all that I can afford. It all depends on how much I can trust you. I don't intend to return you to your homeland - it would be very difficult, and I think I can offer you a very acceptable alternative here. My motives are simple - I'm lonely. Despite what I have, Romani woman demand much more, and I can't afford a slave. Honestly, I got you two for free, because your race has quite a fierce reputation. I didn't want to break you. Rather, I thought I would lay my cards on the table, and show what I can do for you. I think a mutual arrangement would be ideal for us all."