Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34904368-20200204083624/@comment-29435884-20200204104419

(I'm going Inari. what a surprise.)

A place like this, men reduced to mere chattel, it's unseemly. Back home in Zipangu I'd have no bar of this! But as a diplomat I mustn't rock the boat. I do not wish to offend the locals.

At least that's what I tell myself. Until I see him.

"Husband."

"What's that foxy? You want to buy lot 23? Bidding starts at 200 gold pieces"

I don't want to start an international argument, but this knife eared slave trader is making it very hard to resist.

"You misunderstand me. That is my husband, he is coming with me."

"Only if you're the highest bid....what are you doing...wha...what are you doing to me...?"

"My husband is not a slave, you harlot. Nor is he a piece of meat to be bought. Release him into my custody or you will suffer the consequences. The illusion you are suffering now is nothing compared to what I could do to you. To all of you!"

At that the rest of the 'customers' back off. Even the most confident Manticore knows not to fuck with a nine-tail.

"You'll never get away with this!"

"Diplomatic immunity my dear."