The day of the meeting with the Marquis...


    Elrianthe had been preparing for the arrival of an essential guest since early in the morning. Immediately after a nutritious breakfast, she chose a suitable room and began arranging its interior.


    The round, low table where they would be signing the contract stood right next to her chair so that she would have a good view of the document. Two chairs, no more, so that the guests wouldn''t feel too comfortable and drag out a meeting that would cost her a lot. The furniture and decorations were removed - all attention should be focused on her.


    Alison took care of preparing clothes for her. Yesterday, while Elrianthe was walking around town with Gaz, she went out to a clothing store and bought new clothes for herself and her friend.


    The money Gaz had left her was insufficient, so she decided to sell her priestess outfit, which she no longer needed. Thanks to the enchantments it possessed, supporting her as a healer, the price of such an outfit fluctuated around a few gold coins. In addition to its high market value, it also had a high emotional value. However, in contrast to truly valuable heirlooms, Alison was relieved to finally get rid of the robe. Her new life began when Elrianthe first entered her cell, and the priestess outfit only reminded her of the betrayal and abandonment she had experienced during her years of service. Not wanting to stand out, she bought ordinary city clothes for herself, opting for quality and comfort.


    For Elrianthe, she chose a bright dress that stood out from the crowd. She thought this would enhance one''s first impression of her, although she herself believed that no clothes could enhance Elrianthe''s natural beauty.


    “Do you really want to do that? Maybe we can still avoid it...” she muttered grimly, arranging the elf''s hair.


    “Alison, it will be fine. Before you know it, I''ll have half of their house under my orders. You have nothing to worry about,” Elrianthe replied confidently, seeing as a milk-thick cloud of pheromones filled the room. If it weren''t for her ability to ignore its visibility, she wouldn''t have been able to see anything further than an arm''s length away.


    “I hope everything goes your way.”


    The forenoon...


    A column of richly decorated carts, escorted by a dozen armed cavalrymen on armored mounts, stopped at the eastern gate of the town of Pershore.


    The town guards opened the gates, noticing the crest with a griffin on the carriage and the cavalrymen''s armor. They were expecting visitors from the Beg family that day.


    The column moved on, arousing great interest among the locals, who rarely had the opportunity to see a carriage decorated with silver, gold, and jewels. Many dreamed of throwing themselves at the glittering pieces and taking them for themselves. Vigilant cavalrymen deployed themselves around the carriages so that no one would even think of approaching at the length of their spears.


    The carriages reached Roland''s inn and stopped at the entrance. Butler Garret got out of the first carriage and approached the carriage in the middle to open the door for the marquis. The cavalrymen took up new positions, and four of them dismounted from their horses to accompany their Lord.


    Marquis Sigismund stepped out of the carriage. He was a middle-aged man who had never known hunger or pain. Dressed in a warm coat of fur in a shade of dark purple, with a crimson belt slung over his shoulder, he looked dignified. His balding head was adorned with a thick cap with a brooch and eagle feather, and an ornate saber gleamed at his belt.


    Sigismund squirmed, and his mustache twitched in disgust. With a determined step, he approached the door of the inn, trying not to soil his elegant leather boots with the dirt of this town.


    Two cavalrymen went inside, and two more stood at the entrance, opening the door for the marquis, who entered the inn accompanied by his butler and court medic.


    “Greetings, dear lord,” began Gaz, bowing slightly to the marquis.


    “Hmm. Are you the trader? You don''t look like someone who disposes of valuable goods,” assessed the marquis, looking at Gaz.


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    Gaz smiled slightly. “My appearance doesn''t matter compared to what awaits you in the next room.”


    “Good. Lead the way.”


    The man guided the guests into the room, where Elrianthe was waiting. She was sitting in a chair with her hands tied. The discomfort was painted on her face, but it did not detract from her beauty. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that someone had entered the room.


    An old trick that she had mastered to perfection allowed her to hide the satisfaction that came from listening to the thoughts of these people. From the moment Gaz opened the door, Elrianthe could hear their inner monologues in crystal quality.


    The soldiers who entered the room right behind Gaz began to get anxious as soon as they saw who they were dealing with. They had never come into contact with a pure-blooded elf before, but they immediately noticed that she was no mere hybrid from the street. The butler also had similar concerns, but his knowledge of certain elven customs allowed him to remain calm.


    The greatest excitement came from the marquis, whose face hosted a devious smile from his first glance at the elf.


    Wire: “Perfect! As if painted by a world-famous artist. Wonderful golden hair, beautiful face, perfect figure, and those breasts... I can''t wait for her to join me in the bedroom. I''ve had enough of this smelly she-wolf!”


    Gaz turned to them, “Do you have any questions or objections?”


    Marquis approached the elf, “I must admit that I did not expect you to impress me so much with your merchandise. I was too quick to judge you, and you deserve my appreciation for keeping her in such excellent condition. Most of the traders I''ve dealt with don''t take care of their slaves,” he replied, still admiring her looks.


    “Nevertheless...” the marquis gently grabbed the elf by the chin. “Not everything can be seen at first glance and requires deeper analysis to avoid deception,” he said, and Elrianthe turned her head to the side.


    Gaz furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”


    “Oh, nothing much. You pointed out that she''s a virgin, right? My trusted medic will take a look at her and judge it himself according to his years of experience. There''s no need to worry. It''s just a formality, am I right?” asked the marquis.


    Visible drops of sweat began to form on Gaz''s forehead, “Yes, of course. As much as possible, honorable sir.”


    The marquis nodded and the elderly man approached the elf. He began first by looking at her face. Ordering her to open her eyes, which he looked at closely, he then looked at her mouth. Finding no defects or signs of illness, he checked her arms and then her legs. Everything looked healthy and well-cared for.


    Gaz watched the process with concern. When the old medic demanded that she pull back her underwear to check the condition of her hymen, his heart began to pound in panic.


    Tie: “Calm down, Gaz. I can''t concentrate because of your nerves.”


    Tie: “Forgive me, I''m afraid that-”


    Tie: “You don''t have to be afraid of anything. He won''t find out.”


    The old man massaged her intimate areas with a rough finger, clearly enjoying the moment. His hand had been exploring her panties for quite some time, but despite this, the old man refused to stop playing. It looked more like a fingering than an inspection of her hymen. Elrianthe, reading his thoughts, heard him wondering if her delicate elf pussy could cure his impotence, if only he could take her here and now.


    Her irritation grew, and having had enough of being touched with impunity, Elrianthe growled: “Could you hurry up?”


    *Slap*


    Marquis slapped the woman as soon as she opened her mouth. “How dare you speak like that! I''ll have to teach you manners first!” he shouted angrily.


    Gaz instinctively took a step toward them, wanting to stand up for her, but the soldiers immediately grabbed their weapons. He then returned to his place.


    “Please forgive me, but I would like your dignity to refrain from hitting my slave girl until we make a deal,” Gaz said, trying to remain calm.


    “You have not taught her not to speak without her master''s clear permission. I''ll forgive you, though, because it''s just a matter of a minor adjustment. Don''t worry, I won''t give up on buying this woman. It''s only a few minutes before she becomes my property, which doesn''t mean I''ll tolerate her peasant behavior,” he thundered.


    “With the greatest respect, for a successful exchange you need both sides to agree,” Gaz replied.


    “Oh, truly? I wouldn''t even think that you would turn down such an opportunity to enrich yourself. It would be a shot in the knee, especially since she is not suitable for anything more than a bed. You won''t find anyone else willing to buy her for mere whim, except me,” the marquis stated.


    Tie: “Let it go. We''ll come out on the plus end, one way or another.”


    Tie: “Are you sure?”


    Tie: “Look now.”


    Elrianthe looked at the nobleman, straightening up and puffing out her chest. The Marquis intrigued, walked over to her and grabbed her chin again.


    Creating very subtle visions, Elrianthe showed them to the Marquis in such a way that he could not suspect that they did not belong to him.


    Flashes of scenes about passionate sex with a beautiful elf from his imagination made him feel better, and he began to think about what a treasure he had been given.


    “I think... I''ll pay you more as an apology,” acknowledged the marquis.