ASS/Stop the auction2
From Create Your Own Story
You turn to the auctioneer and nod. Three of the men groan in disappointment, but the man with pink hair grins like it's his birthday. He hands the money to the auctioneer, takes his receipt, and clips a lead, like a dog's leash' onto the ropes binding your hands in front of you. He whistles a happy tune as he leads you outside into the cool evening air. As you follow behind him, you can't help but wonder what fate has in store for you.
"Are you a mage?" you ask as he leads to a small carriage drawn by a single big, black horse. He shakes his head. "Do you run a whorehouse?" He shakes his head again. Your mouth is dry as you try to lick your lips, your body starting to tremble as you quickly run out of options. "Are you a werewolf?"
"Try again," your new master says, his voice soft, not at all what you expected an incubus demon to sound like.
