Tiff hugged her master tightly and would have never let go. But a stiff cough reminded her of her position and she whined softly before she pulled herself away from Alex and looked back up the stairs were Arkurus now stood. "I-Im sorry master." She said with her head down. "Join me." He commanded, and Tiff did so, walking back up the stairs to him and standing silently by his side right behind him. She had her eyes pointed towards the ground and her hands were held in front of her, as she stood in a straight posture. She had already received some tips from the other slaves on how to act.
"Welcome, Alex, to your new mansion." He said, spreading his arms out wide. "There are a few rules to go over though. First, you should understand that many of the rooms here are magical in nature, so be careful when using them. I suggest you get one of the slaves to guide you around until you are used to this place. Second, the slaves will still work here, clean, cook, and all their other duties, but they are still my slaves. Please do not maim them, mark them, kill them or do anything else that may distort their...elven beauty. Other than that, do with them as you will. Third, and most importantly, although this is now your mansion, you are forbidden from entering the Third tower until after I leave. It is where I shall be staying, where I shall be training Tiff, and I enjoy my privacy. If you understand all of these rules then the mansion is yours."
He then turned and said "Come, I will offer you a tour since I am in a relativity good mood." If Alex followed Arkurus and Tiff, they would lead him around a bit for a general description of the mansion, Tiff remaining silent the whole time while Arkurus spoke. "This is the dining room. Every food imaginable and several that you cant imagine are all made here and can serve you and your slaves at any time of the day. It can also serve about four hundred guests at once and the slaves here will gladly deliver to your room if you nor feeling like leaving that day.
"Next is the ballroom, self explanatory. It can host balls for up to a thousand guests and all the slaves are already drilled on how to act and what to do in the even of a party. The instruments will play themselves and play any song you know in your head." Arkurus continued for several hours, showing him the upstairs lodgings, the slave quarters underground, the observatory, and the white orb, which had its own room. The large pure white ball in the center was used to create whatever weather around the mansion that Arkurus, and now Alex, wanted. Then there was the library, pool, sport courts, lounge, stages, arena, and lastly the dungeon.
All of these were HUGE and magical, but perhaps the most impressive was the dungeon, which was as large as the mansion, with just as many cells and rooms with every single item one would need in a dungeon, from restraints and bondage gear, to padded walls and torture devices. There were ever a few
occupants there when they went by, slaves that were being punished for three days because of an accident that broke an expensive pot in Arkurus's room.
At long last Arkurus ended the tour with Alex's new room. It was a plain white room with no furniture and no nothing, not even dust. Arkures sighed. "I will miss this room." He said. "Oh, I almost forgot, the room will change shape, size, and furnishings to suit whatever need or style you want. Simply will it to happen and it will. Any questions?"