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You may think your life is hard... but... well. Lets just say you'll be happy your life isn't like Chantae's when you're done reading.
She's not too special, in most respects. She's human, after all... mostly. There's clearly something different... but that's only driven her price up, and made her impossible to sell. Her price was already exorbitant, after all.
You see... she's a slave. A specialty slave, actually, conditioned from birth to be perfectly willing for her master, to do anything... even if it kills her.
Born to unknown parents, she was taken in at a young age... and promptly sold, to cover debts the family owed. She was marked to be a slave from birth, conditioned and trained for a lifetime of service, once she was sold.... and sh went on sale at age twelve.
Poise. Grace. Humility. Submission. Elegance. Intellect. All of these were pressed into her being from the instant she could understand the words being spoken to her. She was trained as an acrobat and contortionist, and as a fighter, to please her master's eye with her body's movements. She was trained to hold steady in any pose, for hours on end, regardless of interruptions, so that a master or mistress might enjoy her shape. She was trained to never, ever, EVER say no to a master... she is almost incapable. Almost. And she was taught enough to please even the most scholarly individual in conversation. She is a companion, first and foremost... a pet and toy second. She was trained to service men and women alike.... and equipped for it, as needed.
Fully sixteen years old now, with medium-length, downy white hair that slowly turns a pale blue as it tapers to the tips, Chantae is only about five feet tall, give or take. Her body is flawless, unblemished by lashes or beatings. Her skin is a healthy, if pale, color, contrasting nicely with her soft, pink lips. She sports only modest curves, maybe a small C, and it suits her toned build well. Her eyes are a lovely, deep blue shade, and she needs no makeup, often sporting an entirely natural blush around her master. She's only just met her first one, and gotten her name...
She may be clothed, she may not be. It all depends on her owner.