You wince and shyly cover yourself up when you are pushed to the other women in the room. Except they're not exactly like you.

You were a foreigner, from another country, and you didn't understand a word of what they were trying to tell you. And if you weren't lucky enough already, you got caught in the red light district, where all they did was sell bodies and people. That's just like it is now.

But it's not surprising that you weren't in high demand, as you understood. You were slightly bigger than the ideal Japanese girls, your hips were wider, your hair blonde and eyes blue, your skin had small scars and was not clean. Some here would even call you fat, while in your home you were the embodiment of a sign of fertility.

And once again, you and a lot of other young girls are standing in this room and waiting for another dirty man who will be ready to pay a lot of gold for your bodies for a while or for always. And it's not that you want to be bought. If they buy you, then you will become the property of one of these men, if they don't buy you, then all this will continue until you grow old, and you will not be kicked out to die on the street.

But today it's different. When HE entered the room, everyone suddenly fell silent at once and even the world around him froze. He was huge, you didn't even know that the Japanese could be so big. And he was clearly not human. He was walking, and the floor bent under him, and the hostess of this house was fluttering next to him, saying something and obviously trying to sell the goods, but you didn't understand a word. Some girls bowed, some came up, and some stood aside, like you. However, you felt a chill run through your skin when his cold and chilling gaze slid over you for a second.