Go to the Slave Market.
From Create Your Own Story
The Slave Market is toward the end of Main Street.
You see a ramshackle front of a building, made out of scrap wood and metal, and a door barely hanging on its hinges. Lily opens the door for you and you step through.
The building is much larger inside than you had thought looking at it from the front. Men, women, and children of all shapes and colors and ages and sizes are on their knees in long rows stretching from where you stand back farther than you can see. Chains running through collars around their necks connect them all, leaving no hope for escape.
As you stand in awe, a short fat man approaches you. He's wearing a dirty shirt with pit stains and food stains on it open down the front and a wide leather belt holding his pants up below his protruding and hairy stomach.
"Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeee....." he says upon seeing you, smiling and spreading his arms in genuine delight. He knows that you're good for business. "We've got everything you want 'ere. What you lookin' for?"
Lily looks to you to answer him, but you're still in awe of the sight before you - all of these people simply waiting to be purchased and used in any way their new owners see fit.
Lily turns to him and asks pertly, "Well, what's new?"
"Oooohhh..." he says, smiling and patting Lily on the arm in an overly friendly manner. You lower your eyebrows at him and he takes a few steps back, holding his palms up to indicate he didn't mean to infringe upon your property. "We got some great stuff. Great stuff," he continues.
"Just yesterday," he says, "we got dese two in. Twins! A boy and a girl. Don't know how old they are - maybe early twenties. Skinny as rails! I ask dem. 'How come you so skinny?' Da girl starts cryin'! She says, 'What you mean? I'm fat!' And da boy says, 'We never eat anything. Never.' I looks at them and I thinks they're perfect for seein' something move inside them, huh?" He laughs and winks at you.
Ask to see the anorexic twins.
"Few days ago," he continues, "we get dis man. Tall man, but dey call him 'Lil' Miss'. I dis a silly name for a tall man. My people tells me, 'miss' really MSS - stands for Master of Self Suck. And the lil' part just a joke, because he hung wit a good foot long dick. I says, 'Of course he can suck it! He hardly have to bend over!' Den dey showed me. He's the master for a reason. He doesn't just suck himself, he sticks it down his own throat!"
"Ok, ok," he says. "Last week. We also got dis man. Big hunk of a man. Plus, you never believe da size of his dick! I tells my people, 'You gotta measure this dick for me!' They measure it. They come back and tell me it's 16 inches long! I asks them if that's hard or soft. They says to me, 'It's never soft!' "
"Well," he continues, "Maybe you'll just walk along wit' me and see what strikes your fancy, huh?"
