Selavine, also known as, The Iron Hostess, owns the largest slave market in the country. Despite being a woman herself, she relishes selling the bodies of countless other women for a price.

Her market is located in one of the most dangerous cities in the country. But it's not this upper city where her market is located. It's underneath

Underneath the crime stricken City where illegal activities are rampant and the chances of getting arrested are almost none, holds the most intricate underground imaginable.

An underground city. The size of this underground was massive, larger than the city above, spanning hundreds of feet deep. Where thousands upon thousands of slaves are being sold daily.

The first layer of the underground city house the common slaves, average humans and elves. The second layer of the city holds the unique slaves, the unique kinds of women from other races, from lamians, arachnids, sirens, Harpy's, mermaids, nymphs, and many more. And lastly, on the third layer of the city, how's the most known women in the land: hundreds of women from nobility, fallen legendary heroes, known Assassin's, women from an race close to Extinction, and so on. These women are seen more as trophies rather than the average slaves who're used for work or pleasure

Many of the slaves have little to no clothing at all, and most are displayed out in the open, in cages, suspended for all to see, and so on.

One day, you, the assistant, have been working with Selavine for a few months now, and are in her luxurious office where it was filled to the brim with expensive decor. Currently you're sitting on the leather couch, while Selavine is on her desk smoking a cigar

"God these rich ass bastards on the 3rd layer are giving me a headache, never satisfied with how we display the merchandise."

She sighs before taking another puff and turning to you

"Anyway, Cas, any news on the market if there are any trouble on the other layers?" She asked on a business like tone, that was uncaring and calculative