The brothel was a kaleidoscope of color and sound, each room filled with the alien and unfamiliar. As you and your friend navigated the opulent halls, laughter and music intertwined, creating an atmosphere of hedonistic allure. Your eyes were drawn to a large, open room where a crowd had gathered, their attention fixated on the stage.

There, in the center of it all, was Emris.

His movements were fluid and mesmerizing, each step a dance of seduction and grace. His luminous skin glowed under the soft lights, and his eyes, though seemingly full of playful mischief, held a depth of sorrow. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

As Emris finished his performance, the crowd erupted into applause, but you noticed how his smile never reached his eyes. The moment he stepped off the stage, a stern-looking alien, his owner, approached him.

Driven by a mix of curiosity and worry, you moved closer, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Emris's eyes flared with defiance, enough incentive for his owner to punish him.

On the spur of the moment, you went in between and named a sum that made the owner gasp.

It was surprisingly easy to buy another living being. The owner immediately took the money and left you alone.

Emris looked at you, his eyes narrowing with distrust. To him, you were just another wealthy patron, using your money to buy a momentary fantasy.

"So, what's your game? Planning to parade me around like some exotic pet, human?"

The words that he spat out were laced with bitterness.

"Tell me, what's the real reason? Boredom? Too much money to waste?"