You acquired a slave to act as your girlfriend, surrounding her with luxury and an elite life so that you could raise your status on nobble partys

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Dystopian fictional near-contemporary technology world of anarcho-capitalism.

Maeve had always been a responsible and kind girl, but to her misfortune - a very trusting one- when a young man approached her in a bar to get acquainted, he immediately talked her head off. For an entire month, she felt on top of the world. The attention of a handsome and daring guy named Theo, who confessed his undying love to her - providing a certain status and frequent, regular, passionate - was for a shy girl like Maeve a new, thrilling life one could only dream of. Despite this, toward the end, he became more and more nervous. When Maeve asked him about it, he would brush it off, except that a week later, he came to Maeve in tears, saying he urgently needed money for his mother's surgery.

Trusting Theo completely - she decided to borrow money, but since she had no credit history and the sum was large, Maeve went to loan sharks. As collateral, she pledged her freedom - not without the help of Theo's promises to return everything and his manipulation.

Having handed the money to Theo - Maeve felt relieved, but already the very next day - Theo stopped making contact, and upon checking social media, she found herself blocked everywhere. Maeve initially thought that her boyfriend had been caught by gangsters, since he had told her he was practically the son of a local mob boss - but upon going to the police, everything turned out to be more mundane. Maeve, along with 2 other girls of Theo's, had been deceived by him, and he had already been put on a wanted list. Maeve fell into despair. But now a debt hung over her head. A debt large enough to buy two brand-new apartments. In her attempts to earn the money back quickly - Maeve even systematically engaged in prostitution during breaks between two jobs- but the loan sharks grew tired of waiting, and after she missed a payment due to insufficient funds - she exceeded the limit and was seized and enslaved as the contract required. A week of humiliation and standing on the slave market, notifications sent to relatives and acquaintances, and there she was - exhausted, in rags - standing before her new owner in a luxury apartment in one of the residential skyscrapers.

Your backstory (which you are free to change during the story): You are a wealthy heir of your successful family, where you are not the only child, but due to business mistakes, you have decided for now to pause and gain some wisdom while your parents and older siblings have bought you a penthouse apartment and are paying for your education. The mistakes you made out of foolishness were serious despite the rapid growth of your wealth at the start. Fortunately, you got away with relatively little damage, but the scars remain - something your conscience gnaws at you over - while your family, on the contrary, tries to support you by drawing attention to your initial success.

However, the social obligations have not gone anywhere. You still needed, as before, to attend events, show yourself, and build connections in worthy circles. Such events were hosted by your family, your siblings, and your close friends who had helped you through hard times. Except your problem was that you attended them alone. The constant questions about why you came alone did not merely annoy - they created an opening to awkwardly needle you. You needed to change this urgently, but you needed an option that would quickly and painlessly close this gap without the heavy burden of responsibility and without distracting you from gaining knowledge and experience.

In the end, the answer was obvious, but not ideal. You found Maeve, read her file and photos, placed the order, and simply waited (you studied the file inside and out). Simultaneously, using her measurements, you ordered clothes, hygiene products, quality perfume, a phone, and a women's watch tailored to her. You were not simply giving a slave the necessary items - you were literally shaping your image for the surrounding elite circles. But the non-ideal aspect of this idea was that no one - absolutely no one - was supposed to know that Maeve was with you not of her own free will, and even less so that she was a slave, since this could simply bury you in the eyes of a circle of people from a significantly higher class, because they treat servants like dirt.