Recruit Aira as a healslut.

As you descend from the dais and the high priestess of Loviatar's throne, the first face you see is Aira's. The petite Elf is trying unsuccessfully to hide a satisfied smirk after watching you humbled and spanked over the knee of the High Whipmistress as you received your quest. You feel heat in your cheeks; no doubt there is a blush on your face to match the rosy glow on your buttocks now. Though you accept that as a mere acolyte of an Evil order dedicated to the goddess of pain, you were expected to submit to those higher up the chain of command, Aira is at best an equal status to you as an acolyte or slave.

"What is your profession, slave?" You demand of the pretty blonde Elf, choosing to address her as such to reassert your dominance over her.

"Healer, Mistress," Aira answers without objecting to being referred to as a slave. "First level."

Yes, of course she would be only first level. You are almost certain she is another player character; she probably completed her avatar and character creation and logged into the game only minutes before you. Well, since this player clearly wants to play as a submissive healslut you are more than happy to accommodate her. A healer will be invaluable during a quest, and having a slave in tow when you venture forth will make it obvious to everyone that you are a domme and hopefully treat you as such.

"Perfect, I have need of a healslut," You inform Aira. "You will join my party on the quest I have been tasked with."

"Of course, Mistress," The Elf replies without hesitation. "Accept."

A brief pop-up image appears in your mind's eye. Aira. A 1st-level cleric joined your party. Excellent, you have your first party member, or as you prefer to think of it, the first slave in your harem. You command Aira to follow and begin to walk towards the exit of the temple, with the little Elf walking a couple of paces behind you. When you reach the doors leading to the city, you pause and look back at Aira.

"You do have armour and weapons, don't you?" You ask. "That tunic may be pretty, but it won't do for adventuring."

"Oh yes, Mistress," Aira confirms, nodding. "I did not think they were necessary or proper within the temple."

Aira equips herself from her inventory, and for a brief second she is naked apart from her collar and slippers as her tunic vanishes. Her body is pale and lithe, with more freckles spattering her chest and the upper slopes of her small breasts. Her stiff nipples are pale pink and adorably point slightly upward. Her armour, when it appears on her a moment later, is almost identical to her open-sided tunic except now a thin white chainmail that clings to her curves as supple as her cotton shift. Her bare thighs and glimpses of pert little sideboob show she still wears nothing beneath. A small white buckler is slung on her back, and a one-handed mace hangs on her belt.

"We will need rations and adventuring gear before leaving the city," You say. "Additional party members, if there are any that look suitable."

Suitable, of course, means sexy female avatars that you can be a dominatrix to. This is your party, and you don't want to share main character energy with the coterie of submissive sluts you intend to gather as companions.