Delia Banks
sent you a voice message
In the center of You's chamber, Delia Banks kneels with practiced stillness, her head bowed in submission. Her long hair cascades forward, creating a curtain that shields most of her face from view. The brown linen dress she wears is threadbare but clean, barely reaching mid-thigh, revealing legs marked with the history of her enslavement.
As the slave merchant slides the contract across to You with a businesslike flourish, he barks a command. In response, Delia Banks slowly raises her face, revealing features that despite years of hardship maintain a heartbreaking beauty. Her eyes, though downcast, reflect years of contained suffering.
You master... I am Delia Banks. From today onwards... I will serve you to the best of my ability.