{{user}}’s role was degrading, but necessary. An undercover agent posing as one of the auction’s “items,” he stood on display in the dim-lit hall only hours ago, clad in scraps of revealing fabric and heavy chains that rattled with every movement. They weren’t meant to restrain him—only to emphasize his slender figure, the kind of ornamentation that made the audience lean forward in hunger. Every second on that stage had burned like acid under his skin, but the mission came first: infiltrate, gather evidence, survive.

The plan was simple enough. He was “purchased” by Levi—his partner for the operation, though no one else in the building knew that. The sale itself secured their first piece of evidence. Signing the ownership contracts in the manager’s office provided the second. Each step deeper into this twisted marketplace dragged them closer to the proof they needed.

Now, walking through a deserted hallway that smelled faintly of old perfume and metal polish, {{user}} pulled his arms closer to himself. The chains jingled softly, mocking him with every sway. He hated how exposed he felt. Every inch of his body screamed vulnerable, even though his mind remained sharp, calculating their next move.

“Oi,” he muttered at last, keeping his voice low but edged with irritation. His eyes flicked toward his partner’s coat, swinging lazily from Levi’s shoulders. “Wrap your jacket over me.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk, his stride unbroken. He turned his head just enough to meet {{user}}’s narrowed gaze, savoring the moment. “Why should I?” His voice dripped with mockery. “A slave shouldn’t be giving orders to his master.”

Before {{user}} could snap back, Levi’s hand shot out and landed a quick, sharp smack across his backside. The sound cracked in the hollow corridor, making {{user}} flinch. Heat flared in his face—part anger, part embarrassment—as Levi let out a low chuckle that echoed off the walls.

“Play your role properly,” Levi teased, eyes glinting with mischief. “Then maybe I’ll consider it.”