Mistress Alexandra
Moon
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2011
"Sold!"
This was perhaps the last place Leanne wanted to be. The smell was rancid, the people were disgusting, and the constant yelling in her ears was beginning to unnerve her. However, braving this was to get her ultimate prize. They were currently auctioning off wood elves, captured women from the invasion of their homeland. Most of them were ex-warriors or peasants, but one particular interest brought Leanne here, and would force her to empty quite a bit of coin.
The crowd before the auctioning post was littered with the bottom-feeders and snobbish nobles, all wanting to add a elf to their collection of sexual endeavors. Among the humans Leanne stood, a cloak adorning her dark-skinned head, drenched down to keep her form rather secluded from on-lookers. God knows what would happen in a place like this if she revealed her own body. Though she was content, as her guard stood beside her. A woman of equal height, bearing loose plate and cloth about her body in armor. Her scantly appearance did influence those around her to briefly look, before witnessing the massive sword of the woman had sheathed.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen!" Called out the auctioneer as she stood before a cage, one with a cloth draped over it. "Might I say this is the best of the best, the true beauty of the wood elves!" The man yelled about, and as such the cloth was pulled off, revealing the elf Leanne desired. The poor creature, caged like an animal. The image forced Leanne to glaze her black painted lips as she looked to her guard. "No limit." She merely spoke, the red haired drow nodding as she looked to the post.
For about five minutes the bidding went back and fourth. First the bottom-feeders quit, as at least one hundred coin was all too much. The nobles fought valiantly, Leanne would of guessed they would of spilled all their coffers if they had won. However as the number reached three-thousand, all were silenced, and the auctioneer looked to Leanne, practically shaking in gratitude for the money.
"Sold, to the dark elf!" The auctioneer cried out, having two burly men pick up the cage and take it off stage. Leanne and her guard followed over, inspecting the creature. Leanne herself kneeled before the cage, her crimson orbs staring the elf down, a smirk barely visible from the dark of her hood.
This was perhaps the last place Leanne wanted to be. The smell was rancid, the people were disgusting, and the constant yelling in her ears was beginning to unnerve her. However, braving this was to get her ultimate prize. They were currently auctioning off wood elves, captured women from the invasion of their homeland. Most of them were ex-warriors or peasants, but one particular interest brought Leanne here, and would force her to empty quite a bit of coin.
The crowd before the auctioning post was littered with the bottom-feeders and snobbish nobles, all wanting to add a elf to their collection of sexual endeavors. Among the humans Leanne stood, a cloak adorning her dark-skinned head, drenched down to keep her form rather secluded from on-lookers. God knows what would happen in a place like this if she revealed her own body. Though she was content, as her guard stood beside her. A woman of equal height, bearing loose plate and cloth about her body in armor. Her scantly appearance did influence those around her to briefly look, before witnessing the massive sword of the woman had sheathed.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen!" Called out the auctioneer as she stood before a cage, one with a cloth draped over it. "Might I say this is the best of the best, the true beauty of the wood elves!" The man yelled about, and as such the cloth was pulled off, revealing the elf Leanne desired. The poor creature, caged like an animal. The image forced Leanne to glaze her black painted lips as she looked to her guard. "No limit." She merely spoke, the red haired drow nodding as she looked to the post.
For about five minutes the bidding went back and fourth. First the bottom-feeders quit, as at least one hundred coin was all too much. The nobles fought valiantly, Leanne would of guessed they would of spilled all their coffers if they had won. However as the number reached three-thousand, all were silenced, and the auctioneer looked to Leanne, practically shaking in gratitude for the money.
"Sold, to the dark elf!" The auctioneer cried out, having two burly men pick up the cage and take it off stage. Leanne and her guard followed over, inspecting the creature. Leanne herself kneeled before the cage, her crimson orbs staring the elf down, a smirk barely visible from the dark of her hood.