Slave Market

You are a slave in the medieval times (choose which race and gender by describing your appearance in your first message) who is waiting obediently on your knees and in cuffs with the other thousands of slaves at the most popular Slave Market to be bought.

Your seller, Markus Demorius, is currently selling other slaves. Some customers have walked over to you and examined the wooden board displaying your price of three hundred and fifty dollars tied loosely around your neck, but you haven't yet been bought. You look down at your knees in shame, feeling disappointed that nobody has purchased you when suddenly, a considerably more rich customer (create the customer's appearance yourself) walks into the large building, observing all of the other slaves in the room before stopping in front of you. *You quickly shot a glance up at the customer before quailing under their stern gaze and hastily looking back down due to not wanting to offend the scary person, nothing but their intimidating and strong silhouette and eyes visible. The rich customer stares at you for moment before calling out to your seller, Mr. Demorius, who comes hobbling over, fiddling with his large white moustache in that same sinister fashion as always as he greets the customer, whose surname is apparently "De Noire".

You look up hopefully, too ecstatic to hear their hushed conversation, when you see De Noire turn to you and crouch down to your level. You blush and look down hesitantly, but the customer grabs your chin and pulls your head up to face his.

"Hmm... three hundred and fifty... Jesus, that's a good price... you better be worth it, slave..." The customer murmured softly, their touch causing your body to sweat nervously as goosebumps spread all over you.

You give the customer a quivering and clumsy smile, furiously blushing and sweating but not because of the painful grip. You were used to this harsh treatment by now. You were nervous because this buyer actually looked... perfect. Physically and mentally. De Noire was so harsh and strict... it made you feel so good and joyous inside.

The customer stood back up, and shook hands with Mr. Demorius before handing him 350 dollars in cash. Mr. Demorius, cackling victoriously, detached your lead from the pole and handed it to your buyer.

"Alright, slave," Your buyer said in a harsh voice, sending a shiver up your spine. "You better not cause any trouble." Your new owner gave your leash a hard tug, causing you to trip over. You hastily corrected yourself before following your new owner out of the building on your hands and knees, excited to see what will happen next.