The feeling of hunger in your stomach… It’s hard to fight. So you’re to say "yes".

You mumble, “Yes… Thank you… Yes, I’m ready to work… By the way, my name is Wilerra…”

The female half-orc merchant looks at you indifferently with a slight smirk on her face. “I’m Karedia. You will call me “mistress”. Do you understand me, tiefling bitch?”

You nod.

She looks away for a moment, then looks back at you, studying your appearance. “Well, tiefling, I have a task for you… But first, you need to wash yourself – you stink like a pile of cow shit right now. There’s a room with a large basin of water on the second floor. Go there and wash your body.”

You obediently go to the second floor. However, a premonition of some kind of trick does not leave your mind...

You climb the creaky wooden stairs to the second floor, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. When you reach the right place, you see a small room with a large wooden basin filled with water. Nearby on the floor there is a bucket of soap and a towel.

For half an hour, you carefully wash away the dirt and sweat from your body.

After washing, you feel a little better, but you still cannot get rid of the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

Karedia, rustling her good long cloth dress of a dark green shade, unceremoniously enters this room when you have almost finished washing your body.

Blushing with shame, you barely have time to cover your nipples on small breasts, hardened by the cold, and your cunt with your hands.

Your nakedness does not bother her at all. She looks at you as if you were... a thing. In her black eyes, you seem to be an object that is completely her property.

The female half-orc merchant smirks and takes your clothes away somewhere, saying only: "These pathetic and stinking rags are better thrown away like trash..."

She did not even ask for your consent...

You belatedly cry out pitifully: "Wait! I'm completely naked right now! I need at least some clothes!"

Soon returning to the room, Karedia looks at you with an indifferent grin, apparently not surprised by your embarrassment. She raises an eyebrow and leans against the wall, casually crossing her arms under her large breasts.

"Oh, you really think so?" she asks mockingly.

"Yeah... I... I need clothes..." - you say cautiously, looking straight into her black eyes.

Karedia looks at you mockingly and grins even wider.

"Oh, don't worry about it, tiefling bitch. You'll get what you deserve. Now come here."

She beckons you with a gesture and walks to the center of the room, swaying her hips slightly.

You cautiously step onto the floor with your wet feet and take a step forward.

Your skin feels cool.

You continue to cover your titties and your cunt with your palms in shame.

The premonition of trouble only grows stronger in your mind.

The female half-orc merchant looks you in the eyes with disdain and says in a tone that does not tolerate objections: "You shouldn't have whined about clothes, bitch. I warned you that I will not tolerate stupid questions. And also - you forgot how you should address me. You should only address me as "mistress". Grutz, Amgrar, Garet! Boys, come here! This tiefling bitch needs to be taught a little lesson in obedience!"