In a cold Irish landscape, with lush green meadows, rolling hills

In a cold Irish landscape, with lush green meadows, rolling hills, and a dirt path filled with stones and puddles, two women walk with a chained slave, all barefoot. The first women is a 50-year-old, 1.90-meter-tall Viking with fair skin, very large sagging breasts, and a muscular, toned body. Her face shows the fatigue of a long journey, her thick hair in a single braid down her back. Her skin is dirty, covered in mud, with visible scrapes and bruises. She wears a few tightly bound leather harness straps and some Viking accessories, the straps digging into her skin from being too tight, the leather pressing into her skin. Despite the dirt, her face is strikingly beautiful, with large green eyes and slightly cracked lips, staring directly at the camera with intensity. Next to her, a 30-year-old, slender yet muscular African American woman walks barefoot. Her long hair is styled in a neat braid, her skin shows signs of days without a bath, with similar scrapes and bruises. She wears a few tightly bound leather harness straps and some Viking accessories, the straps digging into her skin from being too tight, the leather pressing into her skin. Her beautiful face shows determination, with large green eyes and full lips, gazing intensely at the camera. Between them, they drag a chained slave by the neck and wrists—a large, heavily built Viking man. He is defeated, his body marked with blood, sorrow, and pain, covered in mud, with numerous wounds. His chains clink with every step, contrasting with the women's resilience. Both women navigate the rugged, chilly path, their barefoot steps showing strength, while the enslaved man struggles behind them.