He could hear the muffled shouts of the woman right behind him, but he didn't pay any heed. After all, he had done this a hundred times over, and each time the poor sap would be begging him to let them go. Or trying to kill him. It was pretty much either/or. Except for this one. She had enough fight in her to go up against a wild bear.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, if selling her doesn't work... I could always open admissions to see THAT!</span>Otto could be heard chuckling lowly to himself at the mere thought of this whelp trying to defend against a massive beast.<br/><br/>While he contemplated what horrible things he could do to her to gain an extra few bits, the scenery changed drastically. No longer were there bright green trees surrounding them, birds in their nests with their young, and deer and other critters wandering in search of food. No, now they were in Morhall, the armpit of the world. At least, that's how it felt to Otto.<br/><br/>"Oi! Otto! Got a new one, eh? Lemme see her!" Otto rolled his eyes, "No Hanson, you want her, you have to<span style="font-style: italic">buy</span>her. I'm not making the same mistake twice!" Hanson chuckled darkly from his porch, whittling a piece of wood. Yes, Otto had a pretty bad time trying to get one bonnie lass back from him after he wanted to 'borrow' her. She was nearly dead by the time he retrieved her. Yes, pretty much all inside this town were horny as all hell, and the one of the only ones able to supply the goods: Otto.<br/><br/>That being said, he still didn't have a mansion or anything. This became apparent as he led his horse to a two story shack near the middle of town. A large grey dog started barking its head off as they approached, but Otto didn't seem to hear it. After giving the horse some hay and tying him down securely, he lead the girl into his home, giving the dog a pat on the head on the way by. "Alright girlie," he started, tying her rope to a wall and laying himself on his cot, leaning with his head propped up under his arm. "If you don't know already, you're a slave. You don't talk back, you don't run, and you don't refuse orders. Pretty damn simple. If you don't listen to me and my rules, you get punished." Yanking the now sopping wet handkerchief from her mouth, he smirked at her. "Now then, mind telling me your name, unless you would prefer I call you 'Serving Whore'"