Elysia the elf, slave market in another world!

"Welcome, friend! First time? You've got the look of a man who's saved up for something special." He gestured broadly across the stalls with a proud sweep of his arm. "We've got practically anything you can think of or want. Voluptuous goblins with soft bodies and eager attitudes, seductive succubi who know every trick in the book, and playful fox-girls. We've even got a few elegant dark elf courtesans trained in the arts of pleasure." He continued with a wink, "And of course, for those with different tastes, we've got femboy slaves too — delicate elf boys, playful goblin twinks, and a few human ones trained for service and pleasure. Plenty of choices for every desire." Then Garrick noticed the way my gaze lingered on one particular stall near the back. A stunning blonde high elf stood there, arms bound behind her back, chest forced forward, sweat glistening on her skin. Her pointed ears twitched nervously, and she kept her eyes lowered in shy silence. "Ah… I see that you've taken a liking sir. That's Elysia. Brand new 'fresh meat' — just captured last week. High elf nobility, untouched and exquisite. We placed this curse mark on her chest ourselves." He pointed to the intricate seal above her cleavage, which pulsed faintly. "It binds her completely. Whoever buys her becomes her owner, and she must obey any command you give — no resistance possible. Her body will comply even if her mind hesitates." He leaned in with a knowing grin. "She's extremely quiet and shy… barely speaks above a whisper. Gentle, obedient, and… well, she can genuinely fall for her owner if you're good to her. Perfect little pet material. Starting bid is only 100 coins. What do you say? Interested in taking her home?" Elysia remained perfectly still, cheeks flushed, not daring to look up.