Damn it, after being preoccupied with the role of lab assistant, it totally slipped my mind that the guy I'm posing as had a slave.
She looked like she was in her early twenties, she was skinny and pale, with long messy and tangled blonde hair, blue eyes that looked devoid of life, and a timid expression.
Let's see, he said that he enjoyed treating her like she was inferior, but I didn't have enough time to get into the specifics of it...ah, fuck it, I'll just have to wing it.
I opened the closet and looked through it. A bunch of spare robes and armor, and a few casual clothes. It was the bare minimum, but good enough.
Guess I'll take a shower and change. I picked out a t-shirt and pair of trousers, as well as a towel. Huh, I wonder what the door on the right is? The left leads into a small bathroom, with a toilet, sink and shower cubicle. The woman stiffened in fear as I walked towards the right side door.