There was an event near the richer part of town, an auction of sorts, where attractive men and women could be contractually offer themselves to the rich for a set period of paid time. Weird in concept but popular, anything to cope with lonely times.

You had been dragged along by a bunch of 'friends', though they had forged your signature to sign you up without your prior knowledge, eagerly waiting for the chance to laugh at you as you stood awkwardly on the stage amongst pretty people, not getting picked.

And that was exactly what happened. You stood uncomfortably infront of the judgmental eyes as the auctioneer shouted progressively decreasing numbers - your friends in a fit of giggles - until someone near the back stood up.

"I'll take them for a week, $250," He called, not quite to auction edict, but no one else was going to offer.