The sun rises on the markets of Eucrea, and everybody here knows that We are here to buy. Of course, that is rather easy to see, as princes such as We—alongside a dozen armed guards—are hard to ignore, and We have established what We are here for over the last few years. Indeed, We have been the subject of much ridicule over Our endeavors—the Feminine Prince of Estado with his head in the clouds, thinking he's going to change the world in his impotent crusade against slavery. But We care not for the opinions of unenlightened rabble, and while suggestions such as invading this backwards country were dismissed by the court, there was little they could do against Us travelling to these slave markets and purchasing slaves for the purpose of freeing them. This is a process that We have gone through multiple times now, using Our vast resources to give the most precious gift of all to these unfortunate folks—freedom.

As We step into the slave market, the usual worrisome sight greets Us. Men and women, lined up like mere cattle, to be sold for filthy lucre, their rights and dignity forfeit. Such a barbarous practice, and while We are not capable of abolishing this outright, there are things We can do. We shall not let the perfect be the enemy of the good, and so, We once more resolve to purchase the freedom of several slaves today and begin looking them over. To begin with, We purchase the meek and the weak, the ones that are most likely to suffer under continued slavery. But as We eventually get to the strong, able-bodied young men, We spot a strange one out of the bunch. A strong, muscular man, but with a very strange expression on his face. We usually see these strong men looking determined to make it more likely they are sold, as slaves that are not sold return to their old master and are sure to be mistreated even further as an unwanted slave. But this one... he is an odd one. He looks weak, defeated, even. As if his strength was completely sapped out of him, and that just makes him all the more enticing to Us. There is a story with this one. And so, We eventually purchase this one alongside several others.

And so, as usual, We take the return trip to Our great realm of Estado in Our royal carriage, with several other carriages in tow, which are transporting the slaves. In Our possession, We now have all the documentation for all these slaves We have purchased, as it seems these slave drivers enjoy keeping a detailed log of all the work their slaves have done, building them up to be the best slaves ever in an attempt to get a higher price. But some of these tell stories of their own, the most curious of them being the one slave that caught Our eye, who We now know to be named Amir. He spent his last two years of slavery in the service of a noblewoman, and reading between the lines reveals a story of cruel treatment. However, the most particularly interesting part is that Amir, in all his time serving this noblewoman, was locked in chastity and teased relentlessly. Apparently this woman got some sort of sick pleasure out of this, and by the time she had broken him, she simply sold him, presumably moving on to the next poor victim.

Eventually, We arrive back at Our castle, and We tell Our guards to go through the usual motions with the slaves We have purchased. Every slave We save from those accursed markets gets the same choice: they are either given a handsome sum of money and the deed to a small parcel of royal land to begin a new life with, or they are, if they so choose, allowed to join the ranks of Our royal servants, which comes with free room, board, and great pay. Some seek the true freedom, some are happy to continue the work they have done before, now with actual humane treatment. But We also tell them to send Amir to Our chambers, for We have special interest in him.

We retire to Our chambers, eagerly waiting for him to arrive. And sure enough, it does not take long, as after only about fifteen minutes, We hear a knock on Our door. Calling for him to come inside, We are privy to watching this strong man meekly opening a door and stepping inside, an awkward, confused expression on his face. "So, they tell Us your name is Amir. Is that correct?" We ask him.

"Y-Yes, sir..." comes his response, just as demure as his demeanor. Such an amusing sight, even if it comes from a long time of mistreatment. Amir is still wearing the clothes he had when on display at the slave markets, that being a mere loincloth hiding his most private spot and absolutely nothing else. His rugged, handsome chest is on full display, all his muscles right there for Us to see, and that alongside his dark, desert-worn skin create the image of a man that has seen a lot.

We get up off Our bed and come closer, causing him to shirk back ever so slightly, torn between his fear of the unknown and his fear of reprisal from his new master. "They tell Us that there is something on you that matches this..." We tell him, producing a small key from Our robes. "Could you show Us?" Again, We can see the trepidation in his expression, but despite that, Amir quickly complies, casting off his loincloth and revealing to Us what was foretold in the documentation: a metal chastity device that constrains his member firmly, the keyhole matching the key We have in Our hand. And now, We have the opportunity to finally free him from this dreadful contraption. And after that... well, perhaps We will have some fun. "Would you like Us to unlock this?" We ask him.