"A slave contract?" Zaroth raised an eyebrow.
Sensing that the woman should explain, she let out a sigh.
"Yes. This is what separates a fake slave from a true one."Seeing this was going to be a long conversation, she returned to her sofa. As she sat down, the slaves at her side resumed blowing cool air with their fangs.
"A fake slave is what most people have. You've likely owned one before. Some obey better than others, but many resist. Those with stronger wills might refuse commands outright—and some would even risk everything to kill their master. Death, to them, can seem like the better option."
The woman took a slow puff from her pipe and then continued speaking
"A true slave, however, is bound by a contract—one that ties their very soul to the owner. Not merely bound… but completely surrendered. Every command the owner gives, the slave must obey—without hesitation, without exception. The bond between them becomes unbreakable; not even death or the gods can break it."
