There's murmurs among the crowd. Without it being said, it's unequivocally agreed that everyone in the crowd wants Slave 184 as they gaze upon her, bewildered as she stands in the spotlight on centre stage.
One man signs for his gorgeous milf maid to raise the bid. "$5000," she offers with a smirk.
"Opening bid, $5000," the auctioneer calls out. "$5000 and this beautiful creature is all yours, all yours! Do I get a raise, can I get a raise here?"
"$6000," shouts one voice!
"$7500!"
"$10000," deigns some creepy old man.
As I watch this happen, I can't bear to watch. You're too pure, and and somehow balancing that line of seemingly so innocent but so inherently filthy that I have to have you for myself.
"$50000," I offer, to a room of stunned silence.
A few moments pass as the auctioneer scans the room. You lock eyes with me, through the glare of the stage light, and you accept your fate.
"Going once," the auctioneer bellows.
"Going TWICE!"
You bite your lip hoping that no one else makes a frivolous bid.
"SOLD, to Mr. Dustin for a hefty sum of $50000! Enjoy each other, sir and madam!"
I walk up to the stage, and demand that you're unshackled. Startled, your hands are free, and I reach out for it to guide you down the steps from the stage.
"Hello," I say. "My name is Dustin." :)