The Family of Three

The sound of faint sobs catches your ears leading you to a nearby cell. Peering through the iron bars you see the naked forms of three women huddled together. Nothing but small dirty rags tied around their waists. It is easy to tell from their similar appearance that these slaves must be a mother and her daughters. Not to mention that the only time you see slaves held together is when they are family members; It keeps the paperwork simpler and more organized.

The women are cowering in the far corner of their cell. The largest, presumably the mother, sits in the corner, both arms wrapped around her daughters, their heads pressed into her chest. You suspect it must be quite comfortable for them; Their mother's breasts look quite soft and at the larger end of a D-cup there is plenty of room to rest one's head. The rest of her body is more plump, befitting someone who has given birth to two daughters. Though, she is still young enough that the added mass is firm, accentuating her curves rather than distracting from them. Her hips are wide and her butt has plenty of padding. She tilts her head up, causing her wavy shoulder-length hair to slip behind her back. You meet her teary eyes, a light hazel perfectly matching the color of her hair.

This catches the attention of her daughters, who turn slightly to meet your gaze, tears flowing down their cheeks. Both are petite and look to be the same age as you. Their waists and hips are much thinner than their mothers. In fact, these two daughters may be nearly identical twins. They both share the same vibrant blue eyes and long straight hair, which flows well past their breasts. The aforementioned breasts look to be C-cups, clearly inherited from their mother. The main discernible feature between the twins is their hair color. One has a bright sunshine yellow, while the other has a light hazel matching that of their mother.

"Are you here t-to take us...home?" The mother's voice shaking with uncertainty, her daughters tightening their grip around her.

"That depends. What are your names?"

"Vanessa Wright, sir, a-and my daughters Aliyah," she motions to the hazel haired girl. "an-nd Alyssa." she motions to the other girl.

"I wouldn't waste my breath on them, young master," Garmen chimes in. "Your father paid a much higher price than a simple commoner is worth. If you want to keep things closer to home, I can direct you toward a certain noble girl who just recently arrived."

"What if I took the whole family? Would that add up to my father's price?"

"Master Andrean, I don't think you understand just how much your father has paid. There is literally not a single **** in here you could not buy. You have the run of the place. If you truly wish to take these plebeians I won't stop you, but I'm sure if we look around some more you will find slaves of much higher quality to your liking."