You huddle in your cage, on display like a hunk of meat at a butcher. There's the hushed murmur of the crowd is punctuated by soft chuckles and the quiet clinking of champagne glasses. A man hops up onto the stage, tapping the microphone on the podium.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming. I am pretty announce that bids for this item are now open! The starting price is three million dollars.

I chorus of offers are shouted from the crowd. Suddenly, one voice cuts over them, a beautiful woman standing up the back with a coterie of bodyguards and assistants. Her voice is soft but somehow infinitely louder than the others.

Yuki: Five hundred million.

There are no other offers, everyone either too scared to contest her offer or not willing to offer that much for you. The announcer stutters.

Announcer: G-going once? Twice? Sold...