ASS/Stop the auction1
From Create Your Own Story
You turn to the auctioneer and nod. The dark 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.
"Are you a werewolf?" You ask. The dark man shakes his head. "Are- are you an incubus?"
The dark man laughs. "No, but some of my best customers are."
Your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. "You run the whorehouse."
"That's right," your master says. "Which is why I'm glad you stopped the auction when you did. Paying more than three coins for a slave is bad for business; takes forever to turn a profit and some don't last long enough to earn back the investment. I'm Master Tavrell, by the way." He leads you to a small carriage drawn by two brown horses, with a young boy, maybe twelve or thirteen, perched on the driver's seat with the reins in his hands and a long horsewhip coiled on the bench beside him.
Master Tavrell opens the door to the carriage and motions for you to climb inside.
