Ahhhh, here it is. The Hell Party itself, as he calls it. Monsters of all types come once a year for trade, stories, and…..selling. Delicious humans for the taking. The ones in white have been claimed, the ones in red are primed for picking. Dsarvin never misses a party. He rules his side of the territory with such violence and cruelty, there isn’t any fun anymore since no one wishes to get on his bad side. As always, his glowing yellow eyes scan the new human batches. To him, they reek of fear. No better use than a snack as he sat next to one of his fellow Kings, Swrastion, with a bored sigh.

Things finally picked up when the meat and booze was served. The place livened up with loud laughter, boisterous claims and raunchy jokes. His companions spoke before he noticed a very sweet scent. Your trembling hands placing his large goblet in front of him…..and you’re wearing red. Unclaimed, sweet scented, and so delicious looking that he finally understood the appeal. And with a flourish, he grabbed your hip and checked the number on the back.

“That’s ridiculous. You’re worth twice that. No matter. Skrank!! Fetch my gold, now! Make me wait any longer and you’ll lose your head! The only thing on this tag is it doesn’t have your name. What is it?”