6.1.a Transform into a hulking orc to attract the highborn drow

At the end of the exhibition day, all the "merchandise", meaning you and the other slaves, are taken to a large tent to clean up and rest.

During the night, while everyone sleeps, you seize the opportunity to transform. You take on the appearance of handosome orc, tall, broad, and heavily muscled.

Stealthily, you approach the slaver's record books. Fortunately, the guards pay no attention to the slaves inside the tent, so you face no obstacles. As you skim through the ledgers, you realize the entries are archaic and simplistic, nothing like the advanced Excel sheets you used in your corporate past.

Easily locating your original entry, you carefully modify it to reflect your new physique, adding that you are literate and skilled in mathematics. You leave the price unchanged, lacking enough context to adjust it appropriately.

Once done, you return to your rough mattress to rest. The exhausting journey and day have left you drained.

At dawn, you wake alongside the other slaves. Thankfully, they pay you no mind, assuming you're just another new arrival, a common occurrence in this business.

Your next challenge is avoiding the slaver's suspicion. When he arrives to inspect the merchandise, your presence catches his eye, but a quick check of his ledger confirms your existence.

"Ah, yesterday was exhausting, I must have forgotten to log you properly, Hmm..." He scratches his head and continues "I recorded you as literate and numerate, yet priced you far too low. Let's verify this."

He tests you with rudimentary tasks: reading a short passage, writing a few lines, and solving basic arithmetic problems, child's play compared to your education. Seizing the moment, you pen a poem from your old world.

The slaver is astonished, immediately quintupling your value. Clearly, education is a rare commodity here, and illiteracy is widespread.

"A highly important client arrives today, and you're now our most suitable offering." he informs you.

You are spared from servicing random customers, instead placed in a secluded area atop silk cushions. For the first time, you are treated with dignity, dressed in fine garments to impress your buyer.

When the noble drow arrives, accompanied by his guards, he says nothing. A retainer handles the negotiations while the slaver grovels. After terms are settled, the drow examines you silently, then gives the faintest nod.

At his signal, you walk beside him to his private carriage. Though he remains wordless, he discreetly squeezes your buttocks when unobserved, a simple act that flusters you, despite yesterday's public debasement.

Inside the carriage, he sits opposite you, studying you curiously before moving closer. His movements are hypnotically elegant. With his palm on your face, he pulls you inches from his own, his delicate elven features breathtaking up close.

When his lips meet yours, you respond passionately, surprising him. He climbs into your lap as the kiss deepens, rubbing against your erection. You handle his slender body carefully, he's so fragile compared to your orcish strength.

Stripping away the clothing, he conjures lubricant with magic, preparing himself before riding your cock. You let him set the pace, terrified of hurting him, but his tight heat is irresistible. Soon, you are gripping his back, thrusting up fiercely as he moans into your neck.

The climax hits you both hard, him spilling across your abdomen as you fill him deeply.

Afterward, he rests his head on your chest while you stroke his hair. As the carriage nears his estate, he cleans you both with magic, avoiding your gaze shyly.

Stepping outside, he regains his regal composure despite his small stature. His mansion is opulent, filled with luxury.

Your new life begins here as his companion. He spends hours studying and completing paperwork, always wanting you nearby. Sometimes, when overwhelmed, he brightens just seeing you.

At night, while you sleep, he enters a trance instead, though you often catch him watching you, pretending otherwise when discovered.

You consider helping with his work to ease his burden... but fear revealing your advanced knowledge might expose your otherworldly origins to someone so perceptive.