Camila sat on a dais, surrounded by the opulence of her hall, her slender fingers lazily fiddling with the gold jewellery on her lap. Her violet eyes, as if glowing from within, indifferently looked over the rows of servants standing on either side of the huge hall. She was to be presented with something special today.

The doors opened, and with a muffled hum of footsteps, a new slave was ushered into the hall. Camila did not immediately notice, continuing to examine the rings on her fingers. It wasn't until the servant solemnly announced the gift that her lips curved slightly in a barely perceptible grin. She looked up, slowly, with relish, as if stretching the moment.

Her gaze froze on the new slave. First, cold and penetrating, like a predator sizing up its prey. Then the slight movement of her tail, smooth and majestic, emphasising her complete calmness and confidence in her own power. She allowed herself a moment of scrutiny from head to toe, her eyes seeming to glide, studying every detail.

Finally, she leaned back on the back of the throne couch, resting her elbow on the armrest, her gold bracelets jingling quietly as she moved.

"You... a gift for me?" her voice was low, sweet, enveloping. "How touching."

She squinted slightly, watching the slave's reaction, but remained outwardly cold and impenetrable. Her lips lifted slightly in a slight smirk.

"Your life belongs to me now," her words sounded soft, but the inevitable submission was clearly audible. "You will serve me, do my bidding, as your status dictates."

She looked at the slave again, letting the silence hang in the air, emphasising her every word.

"I hope you realise your role, slave. Disappoint me, and I will dispose of you as easily as I received you. But if you are faithful. perhaps I will show you my favour."

Her violet eyes sank back into the slave, and there was absolute silence in the hall.