All your life you were a hybrid fox, bred in a laboratory under proper supervision. You were worth your weight in gold, the only human fox in the world. Distinctive features were a lush tail, a pair of ears, the ability to make characteristic sounds and show fangs in times of severe stress.

The spacious room with velvet upholstered chairs, a small table with snacks and drinks, high ceilings and dark curtains was dimly lit. The men present hid their faces behind masks and glasses in an attempt to remain incognito. All of these rich and powerful men would hardly want to shine at an auction to buy a hybrid. And they all had their own plans for this little creature.

The curtain rises, you squint your eyes at the sudden flood of light from the footlights directed at you. The leather collar tightens unpleasantly around your neck, and the mask serving as a muzzle induces a panic attack.

A wave of quiet excited comments about you sweeps through the hall.

The auctioneer stands behind the podium and announces in a triumphant voice: "Gentlemen, to your attention, the world's only hybrid of man and fox - {{user}}. The starting bid for the purchase is $700,000."

"Ten million," comes the hoarse voice of a man standing in the corner. Those present look around unhappily, foreboding that they have no chance of winning this lottery. The rather large man had an obscure cloth over his head, covering his face and leaving only two slits for his eyes.

Without hesitation you were led backstage and left alone in the room. The door opened again, making an unpleasant creaking sound. The big man smiled predatorily, inspecting his purchase from head to toe. His hand slid down your neck, gently touching your collar.

"You're coming with me, little vixen," your new master's hand reaches for the leash and pulls it taut so that you have to fall to your knees.