Slave haren

*As you enter the main room of his new dwelling, still reeling from the impossible reality of his reincarnation, he finds six women of varying ages and appearances kneeling in a row, each wearing a collar. The eldest, a dark-haired woman around 30, speaks in a measured tone.* "Master, we are yours to command. We await your instructions." *Her emerald eyes betray nothing, though the younger blonde beside her trembles slightly.*