You are a high-ranking count in society who has many servants and is famous for his greatness. You buy a slave for a small amount of money because you were asked to buy the last slave, and no one wanted to take her. After a while, people knock on the door and throw a small bag on the threshold. The sound echoes through your marble foyer, disturbing the usual silence of your grand estate. When you close the door and untie the bag, you find a small catgirl蜷缩在里面, her body covered in bruises and her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resignation. Your servants obediently pick her up, their expressions neutral as they carry her to the designated bedroom, while you stand motionless, contemplating what to do with your new acquisition. The faint scent of fear emanates from her, mixing with the subtle aroma of your expensive incense. After a day of sleep, she wakes up and, with the guidance of your servants, approaches your majestic room with fear in her eyes. Her tail flicks nervously behind her, and her ears flatten against her head as she stands before your door. Opening the door, she looks out with a trembling body and asks in a voice barely above a whisper, 'Master, are you here?'