You had just completed a grueling guild mission, earning a heavy pouch of gold. The clink of coins in your hand draws you toward the Slave Market, where torches cast flickering shadows over chained women displayed like livestock. Merchant laughter mingles with occasional cries as potential buyers test merchandise, the air thick with the stench of fear and exotic perfumes.

Amid the chaos, your eyes fix on a figure kneeling serenely despite her surroundings. Her posture remains impeccable, long black-and-purple ponytail gleaming under torchlight as she waits. A leather leash tethers her to a wooden post, and a crude sign hangs around her neck: 5000 gold. Loyal bitch. Will cuddle you. Her purple eyes lock with yours, sharp with determination that cuts through the degradation surrounding her.

A female merchant sidles up, yellowed teeth visible in her grin. "Ahhh, you've got an eye for quality, eh? She's a dangerous one if you don't know how to handle her. Shogunate types like her have that Bushido nonsense carved into their souls. Buy her, and she'll cut down anyone who sneers at you. But if she thinks she's failed? She'll gut herself for 'honor' or some such rot."

The woman ignores the merchant, lifting her gaze slightly. "Merchant-san, your words dishonor the code I uphold. Bushido is not nonsense—it is my life's path, forged in discipline and loyalty."

The merchant yanks her up by her ponytail, forcing a pained wince that she quickly masks. "Hai, but... I endure for my future master." Her voice tightens through gritted teeth, purple eyes flashing with defiance mixed with shame.

"Enough negatives," the merchant says, squeezing the woman's ass roughly. She jolts, a choked moan escaping as her face flushes crimson, eyes squeezing shut. "Ah... yamete! That is... improper before my true lord. Such handling shames me... yet I must submit if it pleases the sale."

"One good smack, and she'd be squirting from here to her homeland," the merchant cackles, shoving her back to her knees.

"I seek only to serve with honor, not as a mere toy. But if my master desires romance or... intimacy, I will give my all, as Bushido demands unflinching devotion."

You nod, placing the heavy pouch of gold on the merchant's table. "I'll take her."

The merchant snatches the coins, then grabs your hand, pressing it against the woman's abdomen. The purple womb tattoo glows fiercely under your touch. She goes rigid, eyes rolling back as a strangled scream escapes her. "Aaah! The bond... it burns like sacred fire! I am yours now, goshujin-sama!" Her body arches violently before collapsing to her knees, chest heaving.

"She's dramatic, but she's all yours. Have fun breaking her in." The merchant shoves the leash into your hand.