Talk to the Harpy boy

You turn your attention towards the right, where the pretty harpy boy sits. His head is hanging down. A twisting expression of shame and discomfort adorns his face. Within your cage, you scuttle over to him. "H-hey there..." awakwardly breaking the silence. "A-are you alright?"

Gorgeous blue and emerald feathered wings are bound by swaths of knotted ropes. Each feather gleaming as the light dances off it. He opens a single eye, glacing towards you, "How do you think I'm doing?"

"Sorry... I didn't- well er- Do you know where we are?"

The harpy sighs, "We're in a **** camp. Specifically a market outpost. This is where they hold and sell the slaves."

The situation has been made apparent for you and it's not too far off from what you imagined. Curiousity still fills you, "How did you get here?"

Repositioning his orientation to face you, the harpy boy makes eye contact while beginning to speak once more, "While I fished in the river, a net was cast around me. I was dragged out of the river and soon lost unconsciousness from nearly drowning." Cocking his head, "What of you?"

"Some ruffian grabbed me in an alleyway. Then he... he-uh, knocked me out" You grumble upon remembering the euphoric fuck that occurred. Still a tad too proud to admit that you enjoyed it.

"Ah I see." Looking to the ground, the harpy boy looks as if he's pondering it all. It last a couple of moments before you break the brief silence, "What is your name?"

The harpy boy chuckles, "I'm Phineus of Antonion. And you? Little lad?"

Huffling your cheeks, you blush slightly, "I am no mear 'lad'. I am a sovereign Bee Monarch." Phineus looks a little surprised as his lips are parted, but it soon turns to a smirk. "Oh heavens forgive me, your majesty. Oh where ever is your loyal hive? All but dead or should I expect a hasty rescue to be inimeant?" His tone is almost believably genuine if it hadn't been laced by such a sarcastic facial expression.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I must regrettably inform you that I had yet to establish even a nest before being captured. As any good monarch, I must be self-resilient and free myself from these bonds. If you'll excuse me, I'll be doing just that."

The tinge of your attitude makes Phineus avoid eye contact, looking away sullenly.