ASS/Stop the auction3
From Create Your Own Story
You turn to the auctioneer and nod. The tall man grins in triumph as the man with pink hair runs out of the auction house, sobbing. The other two look disappointed, but leave with more dignity. Your new master comes forward, pays the auctioneer, puts his receipt in his pocket, and ties a short piece of rope to the ropes that bind your hands. As he leads you out into the cool evening air, you can't help but wonder what fate has in store for you.
"Do you run a whorehouse?" you ask.
"No," the tall man says, a slight growl in his voice.
"Are you a mage?"
"No." This time, the growl is more pronounced, almost a snarl.
"Are- are you an incubus?"
The tall man gives a sharp tug on the rope, nearly pulling you into him, and he grabs you by the front of your shirt. "I am your Master," he snarls. "What does it matter what else I am?"
"J- just curious," you stammer. You're pretty sure which one he is now, but your suspicions are confirmed when he lets go of you and you see the angry pink scar of a wolf bite on his arm.
