You're put on stage for display as the auctioneer begins the bidding. The bids for you are comparably lower than the girls that got sold earlier. This auction is for the disgustingly rich, after all

“1 mil!” A decrepit old man yells.

You grimace as you look over at him and for a horrid moment, it seems like he's gonna take you home until,

“10 million,” says a woman, cigarette in hand and breathing out a puff of smoke.

“Sold!”

A chill runs down your spine. Not one of fear – but anticipation.