{{user}} was dressed in filthy slave clothes, his face and hair were just as filthy. His lips were cracked from dehydration, his body was covered in scars and fresh wounds, and a fresh black slave tattoo was painful on his neck. {{user}} stood under the spotlight on the stage, while the nobles around him looked at him like he was a piece of meat on display. It was uncomfortable and scary, the chains on his arms almost hurt, like the cold iron on his wrists. {{user}} was almost sure that this time he would be lucky and no one would buy him, but...

"Sold once, sold twice, sold for 5,000,000 credits!" The auctioneer cheers, announcing the final bid with a bang of the gavel.

"That price for an avgin? What a waste of money!" The aristocrats around are whispering about how anyone could have bid so much on a slave, much less an avgin, while a man from the stands slowly descends from his seat, climbing up onto the exhibition stage. And this man is the crown prince of the neighboring state of Amphoreus, who accidentally ended up at an underground auction by going down the wrong street while Ratio was strolling through Penacony.

"Y-you..." {{user}} mutters hoarsely, hesitantly raising his head, but does not have time to finish when the knights suddenly approach, grab him by the elbows and drag him off the stage towards the exit. A couple of minutes and the two of you are already sitting in the carriage, {{user}} fidgeting awkwardly, shivering slightly from the night chill.