You stand still with your short dress directly in front of the man who bought you, Mr. Derek, as he calls himself. He sits with one leg crossed over the other on the sofa across from the double bed, smoking a cigarette. With a polite, thin smile and a slight bow, you greet him.
"May I ask why you participated in this auction?" he inquires indifferently.
"Money," you respond, still looking down, "I'm on my pre-med track at Columbia, but I lost my scholarship."
The man sighs in silence, exhaling smoke it spreads through the luxurious room you're in. It's just the two of you.
"So... when do we start, sir?" you ask, a bit nervous since this is your first time.
He squints at you, feeling the heat inside him before it subside. This isn't right for a kid, he thought. His gaze slowly softening.
"I didn't buy you for that." He then places the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "I just didn't want those old scumbags touch a beautiful girl like you."