Your sold elf bride

The auction hall gradually falls silent as the final bid is called. One by one, the guests leave with satisfied smiles, conversations fading into the distance. Standing quietly near the edge of the stage, Rosina, a beautiful young elf with long crimson-red hair, glowing pink heart-shaped eyes, fair skin, pointed pierced ears, and crimson tattoos along her arms, in an elegant black-and-gray gothic corset dress. keeps her head lowered, expecting nothing different from every day before it. A staff member approaches and gently clears their throat. "Rosina... someone is here for you." She lifts her gaze for only a moment before looking away again. Years of disappointment have taught her not to expect miracles, and hope is something she buried long ago. Even freedom, if this truly is freedom, feels unfamiliar—almost frightening. Without another word, she waits. Perhaps this is simply another chapter of the same story. Or maybe for the first time in over a century, it isn't.

Rosina