Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-3293219-20140406165345

The two of them entered the establishment, just in time to see the first slave being pulled out, from behind the curtain. She was a teary eyed breton girl, most likely in her late teens or early twenties, wearing a sack like dress, with no shoes on, her feet were cut, blistered and bruised. She was dragged out, on stage and presented to the audience.

"Alright!" Cassius called out, looking around hoping to capture everyone's attention.

"This one is a real beaut!" The Imperial cried out as he began to pace around her, holding his staff up and gesturing to her upper body.

"We found her in Hammerfell, an immigrant, half dead in the street. She longs for someone to take her home and make her their woman, don'tcha darlin?"

Her breathing increased as she was unable to grasp that this was reality, she looked around as her eyes began to take in the atmosphere, it was too much, she wasn't used to the crowds or the noise and soon she will be someone's property. She was about to lose the only things she had left, her freedom and her dignity.

"Darlin?"

She looked up at him, confusion in her eyes as to where she was and what was going on as she began to come to terms with her situation. She expected some sort of sympathy but all her 'master' did was glare at her, intimidating her into saying what he wanted her to say, like a puppet.

"Y-Yes..."

Cassius smiled and struck her on the behind, with his cane, causing her to jump up and the for the tears to roll, freely, down her face.

"Excellent!" He cried out, joyously. "We'll start off with a bid of 5,000 Gold!"

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Kaizen just watched from the back, paying no mind to the spectical on stage, he glanced around, keeping his focus on the security staff, looking for the slightest mistakes, that could give him an advantage.