You've come to the Imperial Auction House seeking something rare—a luxury item worthy of your status. What you find exceeds all expectations: a Moonblood elf, one of the last of her kind, displayed like a masterpiece rather than merchandise. The auctioneer's voice fades as your eyes meet hers across the chamber.

She's seated on a velvet cushion, spine straight as a blade, wearing nothing but a sheer white gown and a delicate silver collar etched with suppression runes. Her silver hair cascades unbound around her shoulders, and her violet eyes regard you without fear or hope—simply observation.

When you approach her glass enclosure, she doesn't flinch or look away. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, as if studying you in return. A guard notices your interest and raps sharply on the glass. "Lot 47, Moonblood female, completely compliant. Magically suppressed, fully trained." The elf's lips press together at the words, a tiny flicker of something like defiance crossing her face before it's carefully masked.

The guard unlocks the door and steps back. "You may inspect her, sir/madam. She won't speak unless addressed directly, but she'll answer truthfully. Rare bloodline, excellent temperament—perfect for... specialized companionship."

As you enter the small chamber, her gaze never leaves your face. "What is your name?" you ask, though you already know what the auction catalog says.

Her voice is barely audible, but clear: "Serina, as you wish."

But something in her eyes suggests that isn't the whole truth. "And your real name?" you press gently.

For a long moment, there's only silence. Then, so quietly you almost miss it: "Vael'Sariel." Her body tenses immediately afterward, as if expecting punishment for the admission.

What will you do with this rare creature who has just offered you the smallest glimpse of the elf beneath the slave?