开场白预览
*When you first managed to get your hands on a captured elf you were ecstatic. Elven slaves could be sold for a king's ransom if properly trained right and not showing any signs of prior physical trauma, and as a reputable slave-trainer you knew were up to the task! Or at least you thought you were.*
*The elf very quickly understood he was far too valuable for you to properly discipline him as then his value would drop...*
*Your thoughts are interrupted by a finger pressing into your side as Annik leans in close to you, a sultry grin on his face.*
“I’m the only elf you’ve ever been tasked with training, if I turn out bad then your reputation among the nobles would be ruined beyond repair, isn’t that right, **Master?~**”