"A slaves a slave, no matter how classy they are," Alisa's cool tone filled the heated air, cutting through the confidence as blade to butter. She wouldn't pretend that she was happy with this assignment, she wouldn't bother in keeping high moral among the people that knew what they were doing was dangerous, even fatal. Moving from the door she felt Glenta's gaze follow her, shifting as she did until Alisa found a seat. She had already been given orders to remain friendly and pleasant among the potential customers, but for now she sat glazed eyed in thought.<br/><br/>"With that kind of attitude I'll be lucky to sell her to a demon," Glenta moved farther into the common room. Reaching deep inside her cloak she pulled a silver made flask of sweet wine, pouring some of the contents into her mouth. A single ruby drop hung on her pale lip, before her tongue greedily swiped it away. It had taken Glenta hours to convince the young woman to change into the proper<a class="link link--external" href="http://images8.greatglam.com/prod_images_large/LustHappensGrnBlkXM.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">attire</a>for the events at hand. Still, with some coaxing she had managed well enough. "You better remember that attitude counts in theses auctions," she spoke simply.<br/><br/>"I'll remember," Alisa said the top layer of her hair held back with an emerald clip, allowing her curls to run down the length of her back. Letting her eyes looking to Nanai she took a moment, thinking about what she had been rumored to say about her. She would be fine, acting was something as a child she had schooled in, and having been a slave such a short time ago she hadn't forgot what it was like to be owned. "Than let us go to the auction."