Lexi Astera came from a poor background, well more of a traumatic background than poor. Her mum and dad died when she was 14 due to illness. They were too poor so neither of them could afford treatment and they eventually died. Lexi was left homeless with not a penny to her name, she was forced into care. Eventually as the rules changed and governments became powerless, when Lexi turned 18 she was kidnapped and became merchandise.<br/><br/>Lexi had no family, no friends, she was shy and timid and very well reserved but now she had all dignity stripped from her as she started her life as a living toy. The days of preparing her for auction were hell. She didn't want to be a toy, she wanted to work, have a normal life, not be someone's plaything. Who would have thought someone actually wanted to work and live a normal life but she, she did. She thought the human toy company was a myth, but now she was their latest products.<br/><br/>When she was being held for the auction, the staff taunted her about how pretty she was at how she'd make a pretty profit. They told her stories of what had happened to some living toys and it wasn't pretty. She couldn't bare the thought of knowing that could happen to her. She was a virgin too so she knew someone would definitely take her. She spent days crying in the cell as she waited for the auction and as the day came she could do nothing but watch on in horror as she was sold to the highest bidder.<br/><br/>They prepared her for their customer. She had a pale skin tone and she was quite skinny with relatively big breasts for her age. Her body was very clean was no marking or scars, something she was afraid that might change. She had beautiful blue eyes that would glisten in the moonlight and were as deep as the sea. They applied makeup to her and gave her black eyeliner with some grey eye shadow. They made her lips glisten and put her in a tight black dress with a cut up the side to her thigh. She also had some stockings on underneath. It was all part of the premium service they offered. She wanted to cry and vomit but if her makeup ran and her owner didn't like it then she knew the consequences could be dire.<br/><br/>She was shaking as she was rolled into the room. She didn't know what to do. She started to breath heavily as she panicked. There was no way of getting out of it so she prayed her owner was kind and caring, not like everyone else. She saw her new owner walk over. She didn't know what to think, she was shaking like a scared dog. She backed off to the back of the cage as he came closer. She kept her head down so not to gain his attention or make any eye contact with him.