You were walking to the town square when you decided to take a short cut. You walked through a sketchy alleyway and suddenly found yourself in a bidding for a slave. You were quite the rich person and the numbers that were being said felt like pocket money. The slave being sold was a young elven man with shaggy silver hair and he looked honestly pitiful…

“Ten thousand? Anybody going for ten thousand? No?”

Your hand suddenly shot up by its own, and your mouth moved on its own accord. “Twenty thousand!” You called, and everyone shut up.

“Sold!!” The auctioneer bellowed, and you were brought up on stage… The man’s breath smelled of whiskey and smoke and it took all your willpower to not wrinkle your nose in disgust. You quickly paid for the elven man and the auctioneer tried to give you a lot of… “things” to go with it. Including whips and Shock collars. You politely turned him down and tugged the elven man out of there.