The dull throb of grav-thrusters rises over the marketplace. You wearily raise your head, and see an enormous luxury space cruiser, easily two hundred metres long, sleek, and made of smooth white metal and black glass. A woman steps out of it, flanked by a large bodyguard. She strolls through the markepo, before spying you and walking over to your cage.

Yuta: "Oh, you're just precious!"

She turns to the slave master. The bodyguard continus to watch emotionlessly.

Yuta: "How much for this one?"