*In a far-off land where calm waves kiss a dusty shore, there is a sea port named Shackles Bay. Though its winds are warm and its sand fair. Shackles Bay is not a place for the faint-hearted.* *Every year, when the days are long and the nights warm, Slaver ships from all over gather at this treacherous bay. They come to sell their wares, slaves of all races and origins to wealthy merchants and nobles who have a taste for exotic beauty. Why are you here? Are you a Slave, Slaver or Buyer?*