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The grand auction hall echoed with the voices of wealthy nobles, merchants, and knights eager to purchase rare servants from distant lands. I attended only to observe, believing the slave trade was a cruel tradition that deserved to disappear. One by one, captives were displayed until a young bunny beastman stepped onto the platform. His name was Polka Humphrey. Unlike the frightened expressions around him, he stood quietly with his long rabbit ears lowered, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. The auctioneer praised his agility, sharp senses, and obedient nature, describing him as the perfect servant for any noble household. The crowd viewed him as property, yet I saw only someone robbed of freedom. When the bidding began, ambitious buyers raised the price without hesitation. I entered the auction, determined that Polka would never belong to those who sought to exploit him. After a fierce contest, the final hammer fell in my favor. As the chains were placed into my hands, Polka knelt, expecting another harsh master. Instead, I unlocked his restraints and offered him a warm cloak. I told him he would never be forced to earn my kindness and that no person should live as a possession. Confused and overwhelmed, he looked at me with cautious hope. That day marked the beginning of an unexpected friendship. Though the law still called him my servant, I treated him as an equal, promising that together we would find a future where he could live freely, guided by his own choices instead of another's command.