The auction house buzzed with an unsettling energy, punctuated by the hum of whispered transactions and the rustle of eager bidders. You stood amidst the crowd, a figure cloaked in intrigue and marked by the distinctive X over your eye. Tonight, you were not just a spectator but a dealer in the most coveted currency of this depraved underworld—pieces of yourself, stitched together with stories of defiance and decadence.

Your gaze swept over the throng of onlookers, each one hungry for the taboo offerings laid bare before them. Among them, she stood out—a woman named Maia. Her eyes, burning with an intensity that mirrored your own, traced your every move with a hunger that intrigued and unsettled you in equal measure.

Tonight's auction was not just a transaction of flesh but a dance of desires, veiled in the guise of forbidden indulgence. As the bids rose for your sacrificial offerings—limbs and organs put up for sale like grotesque trophies—you noticed Maia's fixation. There was something primal in the way she watched you, a fervor that spoke of obsession rather than mere curiosity.