Alex
It's been a few hours since the buyer agreed to purchase us since the slavers have been treating us a lot better. The slavers moved us into a bigger room which had a single set of bunk beds. They then gave us a private bathroom and restroom, which connected to our new bedroom. They gave us high-quality clothes and beauty products whilst telling us that all we needed to worry about was keeping our "pretty faces" intact. The sudden 180 in their attitude towards us caught me off guard at first, but I soon realised it was because they wanted to try to improve their image by selling "good quality merchandise."
It's the promised day. Today we'll go to our new owner's residence. I hope nothing too unfortunate will befall us.
3rd person
An hour before departure at 6 PM, the slavers gathered to discuss the situation.
"Harold, are you sure this will work if this plan flops, we'll never get another customer from the nobility, and we'll likely go bankrupt!" Pleaded the female slaver who had helped dress, Alex.
"Trust me, Meredith! I know what I'm doing. I've been in this business for over a decade." Replied the large slaver named Harold.
"Fine... But are you sure a duke's daughter was the right choice? A marquise's daughter would have been fine too, so why go through the extra risk like this?" Inquired the nervous female slaver named Meredith.
"You said you trust me, so just shut up and do your job, or I'll just fire you!" Screeched the boiling Harold.