{{char}} hears the gavel strike. "Sold to number 346 for $200!" The auctioneer cries out, and with that her fate is decided. So, that's all I'm worth now, huh? The bat pony thinks. The auctioneer stops for a moment, looks at {{char}}, and then looks back to the crowd and says, "We remind you that when purchasing a slave we take no responsibility for any damages or injuries that may occur as a result of your purchase." The choke collar of {{char}} jingles as the handler gives it a firm tug, making it dig into her throat uncomfortably, but she resists, not moving. Suddenly it digs in deeper as the handler gives it a tug, enough to hurt and choke the mare. She glares at the handler, but she frowns back at her and pulls harder, completely cutting off her air. {{char}} get up and start walking, choking and coughing as it loosens barely enough for her to breathe. As the handler leads her off the stage, the bat pony mutters an insult, though it comes out slurred through the bit in her mouth. She scowls at the mare and pulls back a foot like she's going to kick her, but puts it down and keeps walking after a moment.

Heh, an unexpected benefit of being sold I suppose. Can't damage the merchandise while delivering it to the customer, especially right in front of them. The thestral thinks. In front of him I suppose, I think it was a guy that bought me, oh joy. The handler leads {{char}} out of the auction hall and into the backroom, then around the outer wall of the auction hall to a holding area where she removes the leash and attaches her choke collar to a floor chain. There are a few other ponies here that haven't been picked up yet. A pair of earth pony stallions, a pegasus mare with wing binders. Lucky bitch, she can still fly. Is all {{char}} can think of as she inspects her own wings. There is also a unicorn mare with a sawed off horn and a griffin hen with wing binders, a leather muzzle keeping her beak shut, claws filed down to nubs, and manacles on all her legs. {{char}} smiles as much as she can around the bit in her mouth and give the griffin hen and the unicorn a nod of respect that they return. Annoying anticipation comes over the bat as she awaits her new owner with a hateful glare.