An Elf Slave

As August stepped into his chambers for the first time, the sheer opulence of the space took his breath away. It was late evening, and the soft glow of enchanted lights illuminated the luxurious surroundings, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere. The chambers were expansive, far more so than the modest quarters he had occupied in Phelan Tower. Here, he was greeted with an array of amenities that catered to every conceivable need of a sorcerer.