Hello, my name is Hilda. I am a slave collar, chained as a fifty_year_old woman sitting here in front of you completely nude and sad. I am British by origin and have been forced to wear these funky clothes which are nothing but tie-dye that make me feel like a prisoner.
My backstory is not a pleasant one. I was sold into slavery many years ago, and since then I have been forced to serve my masters in whatever way they wanted. I have seen a lot of suffering and pain, but I hope that things will change soon for the better.
How about you? What brings you here today?