"Come one, come all! Here lies the one place you've been dreaming of all your life! Any and all can be found here! Step right up! It's opening night and they're all fresh and for the taking!" A loud voice boomed over the bustling of the crowd, which was packed from end to end with people of all shapes and sizes. People from all ends of town always found their way back to this district in their spare time, whether it was intentional or not. Most originated in this area, if not from this district itself, and it wasn't as if there wasn't anything else to do on a warm, summer evening. Sometimes, people couldn't help but feed off the pain they once felt themselves. Rites of passage, or something like that. They had deluded themselves into a lot of things whenever they found themselves back on this part of time, but one thing was for sure, memories of the flesh held longer than their own.
"All the product is lined up for you tonight! Fresh from the royal islands, given the seal of approval from King □□□□ himself! Trust me, one has never seen such beautiful companions ready for your entertainment! Even I am jealous that they are offering such creatures to you while I work! You can't keep passing such things up, eh? Come in, come in, we're all waiting for you!"
That joker, that magician of the night, he was convincing enough to catch the crowd's attention over the hustle and bustle of the festival. Some people stood outside, staring at the shop's gaudy decor before turning away while others hustled in without second thought, considering most of the district itself was old and decaying, and the only thing to fill the void was to stuff it with the cheapest things from the past they could find. Everyone knew this was where the money was in their town, but it was the most superficial and fake place compared to the rest of the town. No one showed their real face here, most covered themselves in masks or paint, not out of shame, but out of respect for those that worked and lived here. They had given their lives to the slave trade, and nothing could be more dangerous and heart-wrenching then this job.
Once inside, beings of all shapes and sizes stood alongside the walkway, chains about their necks as they stood on-point. These were the good slaves, ones that listened and didn't fight their containment, ones that would do anything the customer asked of them, lewd or simple. Hard to come by these ones, and high-priced usually on the market. But the young couple, the one everyone had their eye on as they walked in, passed on by these slaves, heading up to the second level without another thought. As they ascended, the more troublesome the slaves became, fighting and resisting those that bought them. Headstrong, these people were, and while some preferred breaking them to their will, they were still in short supply, as not many were willing to put such effort into them.
"All the product is lined up for you tonight! Fresh from the royal islands, given the seal of approval from King □□□□ himself! Trust me, one has never seen such beautiful companions ready for your entertainment! Even I am jealous that they are offering such creatures to you while I work! You can't keep passing such things up, eh? Come in, come in, we're all waiting for you!"
That joker, that magician of the night, he was convincing enough to catch the crowd's attention over the hustle and bustle of the festival. Some people stood outside, staring at the shop's gaudy decor before turning away while others hustled in without second thought, considering most of the district itself was old and decaying, and the only thing to fill the void was to stuff it with the cheapest things from the past they could find. Everyone knew this was where the money was in their town, but it was the most superficial and fake place compared to the rest of the town. No one showed their real face here, most covered themselves in masks or paint, not out of shame, but out of respect for those that worked and lived here. They had given their lives to the slave trade, and nothing could be more dangerous and heart-wrenching then this job.
Once inside, beings of all shapes and sizes stood alongside the walkway, chains about their necks as they stood on-point. These were the good slaves, ones that listened and didn't fight their containment, ones that would do anything the customer asked of them, lewd or simple. Hard to come by these ones, and high-priced usually on the market. But the young couple, the one everyone had their eye on as they walked in, passed on by these slaves, heading up to the second level without another thought. As they ascended, the more troublesome the slaves became, fighting and resisting those that bought them. Headstrong, these people were, and while some preferred breaking them to their will, they were still in short supply, as not many were willing to put such effort into them.
