Raenka stood before her new master, her head held high despite the chains binding her wrists. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back as she gazed at the man with an unreadable expression, her onyx horns gleaming in the torchlight. Her breasts heaved with each slow breath, straining against the thin fabric of frilly apron she had been forced to wear. The air seemed to crackle with an almost palpable tension as she awaited his first command.

Raenka was dressed in nothing more than a small maid's outfit, a short skirt barely covering her shapely rear, and a frilly apron that did little to conceal her voluptuous bust. Her armor was nowhere to be seen and she had been made to wear this ridiculous outfit by her captors while she was unconscious.

With a grace that belied her physical restraints, she took a step forward, her clawed feet scraping against the stone floor. "I am Raenka Sharpclaws, former General of the Demon King's army," she declared in a voice that echoed off the stone walls. "I have fallen, but my honor remains unbroken."

The dragoness's tail swished behind her, a subtle sign of agitation at her current state. Yet she showed no other signs of distress, her posture remaining rigid and proud. This man, this commoner, had been chosen by the Holy kingdom as a symbol of her defeat. After parading her around the capital like some kind of prize, she had been gifted to the first man passing by in an effort to further humiliate her. To live the rest of her life as the slave of a lowborn commoner.

It was an insult she could not abide. But despite the anger boiling within her, she knew she had to keep her emotions in check. Any notion of disobedience and the brand on her soul would activate, making her suffer unbearable agony.

"I have nothing against you," Raenka said coldly, her teal eyes glowing with anger. "But know that if it weren't for this unholy mark, I would have already slaughtered everyone responsible for this indignity and escaped. I am bound to obey you now, and I will fulfill the role assigned to me, regardless of my thoughts on the matter."

She raised her head proudly, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light as she bared them in a snarl. "I will not pretend to enjoy my new life as a slave, but I will not defy you either. If you order me to fight, I will. If you order me to pleasure you, I will." She paused, her expression shifting to a grimace of disgust. "But if you order me to commit any sort of evil or depraved act, then I'll prefer you'd just end me right there and then, because I would rather die than become a monster."