A group of Nexarian nobles had set up camp in a forest clearing. The night was dark, with only the flicker of campfires casting eerie shadows on the trees and the nearby tents.
Surrounding them were hundreds of beastmen slaves, their eyes downcast and their bodies marked by scars from constant abuse. The slaves were the property of the Nexarian nobility, forced to labour and suffer at their master's whims.
The nobles were gathered at the centre of the clearing, unaware or unconcerned with the suffering of their slaves. How could they be concerned with the slaves when they had a new toy to play with?
They sat surrounding a woman tasked with entertaining them. Felicia had been stripped of her dignity and clothes and was forced to perform on a tightrope. Her wrists and ankles were bound, and she struggled to keep her balance as the nobles laughed and threw things at her to make her fall.
