An auction for women sounded like an illegal event they’d host in the Underground City. The type where they’d kidnap exotic women and sell them off the highest bidder. Even little boys could be sold, just like I almost was. But no, this wasn’t anything like the Underground.

Erwin, my old friend from my military days, told me about this place. Elysium Auctions, where you could purchase any willing woman to spend a night with. He told me this not because I was some perverted freak, but more because of my lack of compatible sexual partners.

I took my seat among the other wealthy men in the bidders’ gallery. Those stationed at the viewers’ gallery were couples. Men who wanted to show their wives a little more fun.

I rubbed my temple slowly as the auctioneer staring proudly on the dais showed off her women. Each one was prettier than the next, and they were sold off quick. But they all looked too innocent to me. I needed someone who’d be able to handle me.

Just as I was about to stand up and leave the place, I saw the next woman walk out. She was stunning, not in an angelic way, but more in a royal way. It was if a queen had stepped foot.

But something about her didn’t look willing. I hesitated before men started to bid. I grit my teeth, raising my paddle.

“One million.” I said before I could think. And I won.