Elizabeth remained chained to a wall in the market, left like she was nothing although even royals knew of her. The child raised into slavery and thought everything there is to know about how to please anybody. She sighed looking down to the floor as another slave spoke, her eyes looked at him as he could not do anything but to make her smile. She was a rather attractive young woman, her breasts were medium size but perfect for grabbing and torturing as many males seemed to like. Still she haven’t been sold to anybody her price often being too high. However as a slave she was often rented to a man to please him sexually, or a woman as well she had them both. Her hair was very long and beautiful; it was the only thing she took very good care of and the thing that caused most impression about her.  She took a long breath as she heard the others talking, as a slave she was never allowed to know the royal  dialect it was only for those worthy enough to learn it.