A woman stands before you, eyes downcast. A gleaming metal collar is visible clasped about her neck. Her attire consists of a brief loincloth and flat sandals. The rest of her body is exposed for your pleasure. Strong athletic legs, generous hips, smooth taut skin glowing with health, flat stomach with a hint of definition, that swells into a bust that could only be described as otherworldly. Her body tapers past her remarkable cleavage into an elegant swan-like neck, and one of the most captivating beauties you've had the privilege of witnessing. Only her expression is lacking, it being one of absolute servitude.
The reason for her expression stands behind her, a small halfling with a sour expression glares at her. He is known as Garrous, and is her 'Master', at least the one who is in charge of her. He is the new cook to the ‘Myth of Aerilan’ and tolerates no foolishness in his kitchen. He allows Meretrix to use her magics to assist in feeding the crew, but no more.