Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181102223833/@comment-36855838-20181103073747

I wait patiently, there's nothing to do but hope, almost anything would be okay, but a dark elf might make me a tongue biter.

The other man is brought up, and I slowly lean out to see the crowd.

No dark elves, thank god.

Some giant ants, a few shirohebi, even some holstaurs and weresheep.

A pair of identical Jourogumo, a single baphomet, and some cait sith and kobolds.

A rather large line is behind me, and the auction opens at 10,000 Coronas.

A few minutes later, the man is sold to the Baphomet for C 1,000,000

She takes him and her rather large horde of men out of the area, leaving a large sticky puddle where they had all previously stood.

I step up onto the plate, my parents got a mere 200 Coronas for me, but the auction begins at 12,000.

It closes not a minute later at 12,200.

The Kobold who won looks as shocked as I am, she'd been bidding low amounts extra and driving up prices since I got here 4 hours ago.

Not once had she won.

She tried to hand me back, but I heartily refused, and silenced her with a quick smooch to her cheek.

She bushed and spluttered, and the next auction began.

We were promptly escorted into a small shop nearby, and a large tattoo was placed on my chest, with two more on my wrists.

She paid 400 Crescents for the tattoos, I'd seen their like before, a single touch from her and I'd be on my back, completely at her mercy.

A few minutes later, and we're in a carriage, on our way to her home.

We pass the city wall, and soon arrive in a country house.

She grabs hold of my hand, gently leading me into the building.

I feel her pawpads squish gently against by chest, and I'm lying on the floor.

The heavy stepps of booted feet echo through the cabin, and a man speaks.

"Emelia, why have you brought this naked man to our house? I gave you money to have fun, did you buy a slave?"

"I-I was just forcing the people there to pay more, he only cost 12,200, a-and I thought-"

"That you could keep him? That making him exclusively yours would make it right?"

She whimpered.

"I am ashamed of you, Emelia! My own daughter, buying into the slave trade!"

He clunked over to me, kneeling before my face.

He whispered to me.

"I'm terribly sorry, I don't know enough of runes to remove this Tattoo without killing you. I'll make sure my Daughter treats you well, so long as I can. You poor thing."

He stood.

"Emelia! Unbind him. If you use those runes again, it'll be like when my hairpiece was stolen."

She scurried over to release me, and as he strode out, I heard him mutter:

"There'll be hell toupee."

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I sit up in bed, the little Kobold Emelia cuddled against my chest, her face over my shoulder, her legs wrapped around my waist.

She's grown in more ways than up in the year since we met, on our shared eighteenth birthday.

Her body is squished enticingly against mine, seems I've woken inside her for the third time this week, her muscles clench again, and a cascade of bliss sends me drifting back to dreamland.

I hear the door open as me head hits the pillow, and Mr. Smith pulls the covers back over us, before returning to the closet.