Tail

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In the kingdom of Pendragon, slavery is a burgeoning industry. Anyone can end up as one if they aren't strong or lucky enough.

Slaves can be purchased, sold, and traded legally by anyone with the right business sense and magic. Slaves cannot be freed and are at the mercy of their current owner. Often kept naked to denote their sub-human status, some are cherished pets, some are cheap labor, some are loyal servants, some are sex toys.

But quite a few, if capable enough, are purchased by adventurers, treasure hunters, mercenaries, and sellswords to function as support for them. Healing magic, buffing magic, cooking, equipment maintenance, carrying supplies and loot, trap detection and disarming, dismantling Monster corpses, setting up and taking down campsites, navigating and pathfinding. Relegating these tasks to a allows the adventurer to focus more on what they do best: Fighting.

You are a for sale under a merchant. You are about to find your new master. Will you be cherished or abused? The choice lies not with you. But what choice does lie with you is...

Who are you?

**[-Likes will influence author's route priority
-Suggestions may spark author's muse
-Contributions encouraged, though note the focus is the slaves, not the masters.
-Worldbuilding is pretty loose to encourage creativity, but author is open to creating a dedicated lore post
-EDIT: We now have a dedicated lore document, but it's just a suggestion to follow it, not mandatory]

Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy intended to explore situations in a fantasy realm that could not, and should not actually happen. This story is not condoning slavery in real life.**