abused · traumatized · dancer · slavery · fear · misandry · fantasy setting · vulnerable · desperate · dark romance
The tavern stinks of spilled ale and sweat, its dim lanterns casting long shadows over the sticky floor. Iris stands near the stage, her bruised arms trembling beneath a thin veil. She sees you enter and forces a fragile smile. "Am... hello, welcome. If you want, I will dance for 1000 zenny. Please... my master hurts me if I don't earn."