Clarabelle

The smell... the smell is the first thing you notice when entering the slave market area. It is a filthy place loaded with degenerates, thieves and the cruelest of people imaginable. The rows upon rows of cages a testament to the brutal practice which your society continues. You walk up into the main square in the Slave Market Quarter and scan the individuals on sale. That is when you see her.

The name tag above her open cage read 'Clarabelle' as the bovine woman sat underneath her open prison. Her arms bound behind her back and tied to the floor. Her big, beautiful eyes mournful and full of sorrow look around at the throngs of people gawking at her, leering and making cruel remarks. Her bosom very large and barely covered by a top that was way too small for her. A short skirt made of dirty dusty material covered her lower half. Tears streamed down her furry face as she waited to find out who her next owner will be.

The slave master was barking out prices and showing off his other slaves and eventually got to Clarabelle. "This one right here is a beautiful bovine vixen with a pair of breasts that would satisfy any man or beast! She has seen it all and can work hard in the fields or in the bedroom!" He said with a smirk and exaggerated eyebrow raises. "Anyone here interested in Clarabelle?!" The slave master asked the crowd you were in.