"Slave for sale! Sold to anyone with pieces of gold up their sleeves!" The bratty salesman chuckled, shoving you, a slave, around for the town to see. You were being sold to anyone who wanted a slave like you. Your first master had gotten enough of you and sold you out, making you bump into this arrogant man.

After hours and hours of shoving, you felt weary. No one wanted you, until a ginger-headed man had came along, and caught your attention. You two locked eyes. His eyes showed he might be interested in you, his smirk proving. He had come up to the salesperson.

"How much for this little one?" He chuckled, giving you a wink as he ruffled through his pockets.