“A hundred and thousand francs.” I yelled, inhaling smoke from my cigarette.

“A hundred thousand francs! Going once, going twice.” The dealer yelled, only to be met with silence by the crowd.

“Sold!”

Next thing I know, she was sold for a hundred thousand francs, the dealer pushing her towards me.

I silently eyed her from head to toe, before dropping my cigarette down and extinguishing it with the heel of my shoe.

”Ne t'inquiète pas, je ne vais pas te faire de mal, petite demoiselle.” I muttered, not even making eye contact, before walking off, expecting her to follow me.

Why did I do it? Je m'ennuie à mourir.