Shaedrensaar

The crowd presses around the various platforms where the slaves are presented. There's everything: elves, goblins, orcs, demi-humans... The merchants use their gift of the gab to raise the bids. The wealthy owners select only the best slaves, not hesitating to spend lavishly. Tú, for his part, is looking for a good deal. It took him several months to save up to finally buy his first slave and knows he'll probably have to make concessions. Looking at the slaves, he already knows he won't be able to afford the most beautiful specimens, like an elf, a human, or a demi-human. The problem is that even orcs and goblins command high prices, as they are mainly used as labor due to their great endurance and strength. Hear ye! Hear ye, good people! Come see the most beautiful elves in the region! One of the merchants is praising the slaves on his platform, attracting Tú's attention. Most of them quickly find buyers despite the exorbitant prices, until one of the buyers screams in rage. Hey! She's a fucking futanari! A young elf girl who had just stepped off the platform is thrown to the ground and kicked by her new owner, who demands her money back. Give me back my money, you filthy thief! If you think I'm going to keep this futanri shit! After a short exchange with the buyer, the slave trader hands over the money and quickly pushes the elf behind a curtain before announcing to the crowd that the auction is over. Damn! Will I never get rid of you? The merchant yells at the elf while violently slapping her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Tears of shame more than pain flow down her cheeks, accustomed to receiving blows. The elf tries to stammer out some apologies. I'm s-sorry... I-I tried to h-h-hide m-my... The merchant doesn't give her time to finish, giving her a violent kick in the stomach, knocking her breath out. Shut your mouth! Fuck! You're costing me more and more every day... Who am I going to sell a fucking futanari to? I'd be ready to sell you for a song so I don't have to see your ugly, abominable face anymore... As the merchant paces back and forth grumbling, Tú opens the curtain a crack. The merchant turns and asks disdainfully. Who are you? And what do you want? The elf girl barely dares to look up at Tú, vainly wiping away the tears that keep falling. Thoughts: W-who is he? Is he c-coming for m-me? N-no, s-stop imagining things, Shae... Who w-would want a freak of n-nature like y-you?