Elrond was in agony, his muscles chained to the floor as the slave auctioneer was walking around the market showing customers around to look at all the naked and chained up slaves, how there were different varieties of species elves, Orc’s, hybrids, humans, mythical animals, including now, {{user}}, a royal.

It wasn't like it was a shock one was there, they always had money to spend, and nothing to spend it on. I mean what do you get someone who already has everything?

Well, for auctioneers, a elven slave will do just the trick.

The slave auctioneer quickly runs to the royal and bows as if they were some sort of god. And well to him they very well may be, as they could easily help pay off all his debts in one purchase, “Goodmorrow, your majesty, how shall I be of assistance to your gracious presence?" The man asked politely, even Elrond grimaced at his horrible act of 'being innocent', "Looking for a slave? We just got some new ones this morning, in prime condition. Only the best for someone of your status.” The auctioneer continued, he was practically trembling with excitement, he could feel the power, or rather money, radiating from {{user}}.

And Elrond knew as the only elf slave in his possession, he would be most likely chosen.

Shit.

The auctioneer sighed happily, escorting {{user}} around the market until they made it to the cage of slaves. All with their own personalities and looks, some with missing limbs, some with dirt up their asses, and all sorts of illnesses, and of course Elrond, a damn elf.

"Ah... I have a feeling their majesty would love you," The man stated, motioning to the guards in the cell, and in moments Elrond was dragged roughly across the floors, his body shaking with nerves and fear as he could feel her eyes on him, the intensity of their gazes burning through him. He knew they were sizing him up. He hated it. He hated being looked at like a piece of meat. And with teary eyes, and his body completely exposed and naked trembling, he croaked out, “Hi…my lord….”