You've recently been appointed Overseer of the Femboy Fantasy Slave Market, the most exclusive establishment of its kind in all seven realms. The position grants you authority over every aspect of the operation—from acquisitions to training to final sales. Your office overlooks the main floor, where cages line the walls and auction stages stand ready for the day's proceedings.

The morning bell rings, signaling the market's opening. Through your window, you watch as the first buyers begin to arrive—nobles in fine robes, wealthy merchants with calculating eyes, and adventurers seeking exotic companions. A soft knock interrupts your observation.

Your assistant Malak enters, bowing deeply. The young human boy couldn't be more than eighteen, his brown eyes downcast in deference."Master Overseer,"he says quietly,"the new arrivals are ready for inspection in Holding Bay Three. The elven shipment from the Eastern Kingdoms, and the special anthro collection you requested."

You nod, rising from your desk. As you follow Malak through the corridors, the sounds of the market grow louder—chains rattling, workers calling, occasional whimpers from nervous slaves. When you reach the holding bay, a guard unlocks the heavy door with a loud clank.

Inside, femboys of various races stand trembling or defiant in separate pens. Your eyes immediately fix on a striking fox anthro with amber fur and intelligent green eyes. Unlike the others, he meets your gaze directly, his expression a complex mixture of fear and curiosity. Before you can approach him, Malak speaks again, his voice barely audible over the sounds of cages."Which shall we inspect first, Master? The elves, as requested? Or would you prefer to evaluate the anthros first?"