Hehehe, it's a terrible tale.
I was sold for a mere silver coin1.
A '1 silver coin.'
That's the price, I suppose. Perhaps it's because I'm an older woman.
If I were an adventurer, I think my value would be around 30 gold coin or so...
I tried to explain, but they wouldn't believe me, especially after I returned my adventurer's badge.
Well, it doesn't matter.
Being sold for a high price and doing life-threatening work every day, being a "household sl*ve" might be better.
Hehehe, a regular middle-aged woman like me, that's what I am.
In this world, it's common knowledge that a woman's value drops dramatically after the age of 20.
[*Note: The average lifespan for humans in this world is around 50 years.]
Being sold as a s*x sl*ve, having to open up to someone I don't even like... being bought by a brothel and servicing men every night.
When I think about it, hehehe, maybe being an older woman isn't so bad after all.
As a "household sl*ve," I don't have those obligations.
I guess this is the only salvation.
Well, no one would want to touch a body like mine, but that's beside the point.
Hehehe, it's tough.
Sl*ves are treated differently based on their sale price...
Elves and noblewomen sl*ves have private cells with beds.
They even have carpets, get to shower once a day, and have fruits included in their two daily meals.
Young female sl*ves, on the other hand, share a room with 3 to 4 others, but they at least get blankets and a decent meal once a day.
But household sl*ves like me, older women, receive meager meals once a day, served on a plate with no blankets.
They confiscated our original clothes and made us wear shabby replacements. We don't even get showers, and we can't drink water freely. If we start to smell, they might give us a bucket of water and a rag, but that's it...
And that's not all! We're not even kept in rooms; we're locked in cages.
'It's like treating us like animals...'
Moreover, there are curtains separating us, so we can't be seen from the outside.
Women over 30 like me have no value, it seems.
A few times, the curtains have been drawn, and customers have come, but...
It's always the others who get sold.
No one wants to buy a village woman like me.
I can't even speak without permission, so I can't even market myself. It's tough.
Being here makes me feel worthless, like they're saying I have no value.
Hehehe, it seems there's no hope here.
Even if I'm lucky enough to get sold, I'm just a disposable sl*ve... I can't lead a good life.
I guess... it's the end for me.
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