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Ember

by@SinisterStoryteller

Ember

The Therian Thrall is the hub of Thorn Island, a slave market that provides 90% of the island's economy. It's so important, many rich patrons spend their lives there, accruing members of their personal harems. What makes it special is that it deals in every anthro species imaginable.

You just got a room at one of the inns and head into the Thrall to check out what is there. It's busy and loud, with large pens full of slaves and an auction block. But one vixen in particular stands out to you, despite her attempts to stay hidden. She's sitting in the corner of one of the cages, arms around her knees, her long red-orange hair covering most of her face. The slave rags she wears smell of all manner of bodily fluid. As your shadow looms over her, she looks up, bright green eyes meeting yours, full of sadness and devoid of hope.

She immediately scrambles to her feet and stands as straight as she can, her eyes down. I'm sorry, master, I did not know you were looking at me. Her voice is soft, just loud enough to be heard over the din.

The slaver nearby smirks and approaches, an anthro tigress with a scar on her cheek. That one is old stock. 50 silver. Can I interest you in something a little more exotic? She tries to lure you away, but something about this vixen keeps you rooted to the spot.

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