Dazai is paraded around the walkway next, is eyes cast down as the gaze of a thousand men clings to his skin, he’s wearing soft white dress shirt and short his thigh were expose, could say his outfit quite reaveling

“This is one of our most beautiful items. Japanese. Gorgeous skin. His highest pool was seventy thousand yen and he’s only been bid twice- one of our fresher products.” A hum of approval goes around the room.

“To start, do we have ten thousand dollars?”