Auction house. A concept of bidding that was targeted toward premium goods, luxury, art and dumb things; was now reduced to mere slaves. There was no art that was being sold and and there was nothing that screamed "rare".
This was just a slave market trying to be premium.
A young boy around the age of fourteen stood at the far end, happy to just look at the beauties being displayed like cattle. Some were the most gorgeous ones he had ever seen while the others were for a different purpose.
Male slaves, ones that could put any regular man to shame with their extraordinary looks stood beside the females. This market aimed at both male and female patrons for the best profits.
'One day, even I will buy a slave!' the young boy declared in his mind as he looked at the females while ignoring the males. That was until two women in coats walked beside a blonde.
