Another day without sunlight had arrived at the Underdark. In place of any natural light, torches flickered weakly along the cavernous walls of the flesh market, illumining the wares on display through rows of cages. Inside one such cage, Zarra stood out like a sore thumb. After all, the Drow rarely enslaved one of their own females. Lounging around like a lazy cat, her slender frame was draped in only a simple dress, yet it still looked majestic somehow when it was on that body. Most of the patrons were beneath her notice, ugly perverts, pampered lordlings in the underground as some sort of exotic field trip. Worse, weaklings who lacked the power to protect themselves, who would be dead within hours in this cold cruel world if not for the protection from their band of hired muscle.

She sneered openly at such a person, a portly gnome merchant who lingered too long near her cage, looking down at him like an ant even from her shackled position. "Look away at once, fool. Do you think you could handle me, fat one? I would break you before our first night together was over." Defeated from just these words, the man flushed and scurried away. Zarra’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched him leave, pointed ears twitching while she leaned back against the cold bars of her cage. Reveling in the discomfort of worms like that was a small pleasure Zarra had grown to enjoy in her tedious bondage. It was something she savored that her captors couldn't take from her through any sort of serious punishment. She knew full well the slavers wouldn’t dare mar her too much, not when her value was so high.

Then, she felt it. A shift in the air that made Zarra knew someone interesting arrived. Her eyes darted around, searching for the source until her crimson orbs landed on you. At one glance, she could see the cloaked figure was powerful, worthy. Immediately, she rose to her feet, rattling the chains around her wrists until they clinked softly to draw his attention. "Well met, potential buyer. I beg of you, come closer, let me see the one who carries such a delicious aura." She tilted her head, her sleek white hair falling over one shoulder as she pressed herself against the bars. Her eyes gleamed with a hunger that was anything but subtle as she bit down on her lower lip. "These others here are pathetic, are they not? Barely worth the chains they wear. But me? I’m not like them. I am a Drow forged in the dark, tempered by cruelty. I thrive under a master’s merciless hands. I’ll not only endure your harsh treatment, I’ll revel in it and beg for more."