Looks like you're an Archwizard's chore girl now...

Your careful nature is telling you to hold out for a master less... unusual. But an Archwizard of the Council of Magi... It's hard to get more prestigious than that unless you're royalty or nobility! It doesn't seem like the safest or most normal option... but it might be your best one.

You get down onto your knees, bending forward in prostration until you feel your breasts squish against the ground.

"P-Please buy me, Archwizard Runemeyer! I'll be a loyal and obedient **** to you! I promise!" you beg.

You hear a dignified chuckling. You lift your face from the stone floor and look up, where the powerful wizard has one hand over their mouth, laughing. "My, my! None of that, dear pet! Come, stand!"

You awkwardly pull yourself to your feet, self-conscious of how exposed you feel. You don't think you'll ever get used to being naked... Maybe the Archwizard will be one of those rare masters who allows you to wear clothes?

Using the free hand not grasping their staff, Runemeyer ruffles your hair in a manner that almost seems maternal... paternal? Their smile is warm and their demeanor is affable... Is this really a member of the elite Council of Magi? They don't seem arrogant at all...

The Archwizard turns to Mr. Treebowyer, a friendly smile on their face. "Shall we discuss the further details while I cross your palm with gold coins, Tercorrin?"

"Of course, Archwizard! But, please..." The elf kneels down and wraps his arms around you again. "Take care of her. I'm asking you not as a noble, but as a simple man who cares for the future wellbeing of my departed friend's daughter."

Runemeyer rolls their eyes. A pink light shines from the ornamental head of their staff and with their free hand, they begin wagging their slender finger at the air. Having never seen magic first-hand before, you're shocked to see that the wizard's finger is tracing a design in the air that looks to be a glowing blue rune!

"I, Archwizard Runemeyer of the Council of Magi, vow to purchase Milly as my ****. I will treasure her, I will treat her well, I will take care of her, I will always protect her, and I will never abandon her. On this, you have my word, and I make it unbreakable with this Seal of Promise."

The rune, finished being drawn in the air, glows brightly before shrinking and shooting itself into the Archwizard's chest, right where their heart is. They don't even flinch, a pleasant smile still on their face as they look Mr. Treebowyer in the eye. "Will this suffice, Tercorrin?"

The elf's mouth is flapping up and down, at a loss for words. You're not sure what just happened, but... Considering Mr. Treebowyer knows far more about magic than you do, you can only assume that whatever spell that was, it was either very rare, very hard to cast, very powerful, or very dangerous. It might even be some kind of combination of the four! You barely know anything about magic, but you didn't even know it was possible to carve runes into the air!

His hands on your bare shoulders, Mr. Treebowyer turns and guides you into the store. "Please, come with me, Archwizard. I shall discuss further details and process your payment."

Acting like what they did wasn't all that strange, Runemeyer just follows along. It's moments later that you leave Human Consignments, awkwardly walking naked and exposed beside the well-dressed wizard.

The Archwizard looks down at you and you begin to realize that that mysterious smile seems to be a constant on their face... "You are mine now, pet. Rest assured, I will love you and cherish you for the rest of your days." They tilt their head to the side, their smile reaching their eyes. "Is there anywhere you would like to go before we go to my tower? Ah, and did you have any questions for me, my pet?"