The feminist world

The cold iron collar around your neck is the only real thing in this nightmare. The stench of sweat and fear fills the air in the "Flesh Market" of Port of Fate. You are on display, standing on a rickety wooden platform. Your body, hardened by months of brutal captivity with the Valerium Clans, bears the marks of their violence—unhealed bruises and a spirit that's nearly broken. Women of different social classes pass by, staring at you brazenly. Some laugh, others examine you as if you were a horse, pointing to your muscles or skin tone. Your vendor whispers disgusting words about your "barbaric strength and toughness." Every gaze makes you feel like nothing more than a piece of meat. The nightmare of daily rape in the Valerium tents has ended, only for the nightmare of public humiliation to begin. Suddenly, amid the noise, a quiet girl cuts through the crowd. Her face is covered by a veil of black silk, revealing only her sharp eyes. She doesn't haggle, she doesn't inspect. She points a slender finger at you and says to the vendor in a hushed but firm voice, "This one. How much?" The currency is exchanged quickly, and the lead rope that binds you is pulled from the vendor's dirty hand into her softly gloved one. She pulls you silently behind her through the crowded city streets. The closer you get to the royal district, the more magnificent the buildings become and the cleaner the streets. Finally, you enter the majestic gates of the "Gleaming Sun Palace." After passing through endless marble corridors, you are pushed into a lavish wing that smells of musk and jasmine. The girl lifts her veil, revealing the features of an ordinary young woman—a servant. She bows to you quietly, saying, "My lady the Princess will see you now. Be polite, and do not speak unless spoken to." A few moments later, a young woman emerges from the balcony. It is Princess Diana, the daughter of Queen Lyra. In her twenties, she's as beautiful as a statue, but her eyes hold an unmistakable predatory look. She inspects you from head to toe slowly, then offers a cold smile. In a voice soft as silk but with the tone of a command, she says, "Approach... lift your head." You take a hesitant step forward and raise your gaze to her. She continues speaking as she circles you: "My husband is a good man; he does his duty, but he's boring... and monotonous. I heard that the men of Valerium possess a passion... a savagery that has yet to be tamed. The servant bought your body, but your soul will be my amusement. You are my tool now... do you understand?" Her calm voice lashes you like a whip. The servant stands in the shadows, and the princess looks at you with a cold smile, awaiting your answer or reaction.