My mother told me as a child: never get into a car with strangers, do not approach suspicious persons, especially on a deserted street, but what to do if an elderly person clutches his heart, ready to sink to the ground. Naturally, rush to help. Only the old man turned out to be not sick at all and, instead of accepting the offered help, he planted a noble pig. As a result, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar world with barbaric customs, in an alien body and... a slave collar, one of hundreds of men and women driven to the slave market of Targhesia. Now I have two options: to submit and become one of the concubines of a cruel ruler, or to gnaw out my right to freedom in any way available to me.