"How much for her?" asked a man in his fifties. He had brown eyes and sleek black hair with a streak of grey, dressed in noble attire. His eyes scanned the woman besides me, while my hands remained tied, and my body was stained and dirty. I stood there, completely naked, as these repulsive older men made their selections from among the available women."Ten thousand zen for that one," the slave master remarked casually, directing his attention to the woman standing next to me. She was a striking figure, tall and beautiful, just like me. Neither of us wanted to be in this degrading situation, but here we were, on display for these elderly men, as they shamelessly examined our naked bodies and haggled over prices.His eyes roved over the woman beside me, thoroughly assessing her before shifting his gaze to me. As our eyes met, I quickly lowered my head, nervously biting my lip, knowing that my fate was hanging in the balance.* please, don't get too interested in me*I pleaded in my head
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