You enter the auction house and are shown through to the main room. Its quite crowded inside, mainly men, some in Arab clothing, others dressed in expensive suites. Here and there are a few women, again showing all the trappings of great wealth.
Easing your way through the crowd you come to a series of raised platforms upon which are displayed the merchandise, each dressed in a short slave tunic, slit up each hip and down between their breasts, tied around the waist with a white cord. They are secured to the platfrm by a chain connected to an iron collar about their necks. Their wrists are secured behind their backs by metal cuffs.The tunic makes them seem even more attractive than if they were naked. Slowly you walk along the line inspecting each girl untill you come to one that matches the description of the girl you are interested in. Sure enough a chalk board near where she kneels shows that her name is indeed Natalie.
She kneels like the others, head down, scared to see the way men, and a few women, look her up and down. He hair is dropped forward over her face as if she can hide away from those eyes.
Smiling, you call over one of the auctioneers men. |