Another auction. Another new master to torment her. She waited as she listened to Men around the room biding on girls here and there but most seemed to be holding off for something, for her. It seemed like they all knew something special was coming, and they couldn't have been more right. Near the end of section for the ladies the stage lighting seemed to dim some as a woman in what seemed to be a large spherical cage was wheeled into view. The woman looked to be in her early 20's, her hair a deep earthy brown that fell down past her hips, high sculpted cheek bones, full rose colored lips, and pale skin. Her body looked to be very womanly, not thin but not thick either, a perfect hourglass figure draped in beautiful regal cloth.<br/><br/>And as her time came she was pulled into the crowd, her shackles clinking as those burning ice colored eyes settled on the floor. She could hear the bidding and had bit the auctioneer who tried to lift her face to view.  Anger, rage, sorrow.... Laelia wanted to be free, to run away! And this time. This time she swore she would.<br/><br/>Her buyer was given a medallion, the symbol of her imprisonment, then given her chains. He pulled and she growled as she was forced to follow. There was no choice but to go with that fool of a man.  She let him take her, dragging her through the building. She let this man take her back to his own home and there she waited. Biding her time until she could take that medallion and run.<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="294" data-username="@Annukai" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/294/">@Annukai</a>