ASS/Stop the auction4
From Create Your Own Story
You turn to the auctioneer and nod. The stocky man grins in triumph as the man with pink hair runs out of the auction house, sobbing. 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. He shakes his head. "Are you a werewolf?"
"No, and I don't particularly like being questioned by my slaves," your master says, his words clipped.
You hesitate, but you need to know. "Are- are you an incubus?"
The stocky man turns and makes a motion with his hand, his skin glowing a warm orange color. That answers that question. You start to apologize, but discover that your mouth won't open. Your lips have been sealed shut!
"Now, perhaps next time I suggest you not do something, you won't do it," your mage master says, giving the rope a tug as he leads you toward a fine black carriage pulled by four elegant black horses. Perched in the driver's seat is an old man, his wispy hair gray, his back hunched and fingers gnarled as he holds the reins. The mage opens the door of the carriage and motions for you to get in.
