The captured Elf slave had a severe debt to pay off, and it turned out that a nearby Beastman camp had plenty of coin to spare for some cheap pleasure. (Po-Ar Art)
As she was bent over she could not help but think of her title, her status, her wealth and her station. Yet all of it was meaningless in the face of her kingdom’s near total defeat. The only path to peace for them now, was her arranged marriage..
The days in the box were always hard for her. Her face and name projected on all sides of it. The heat, the overwhelming scent. The worst part was how addicted to it she was becoming. Every drop she swallowed leading her further into ruin.