Tehvar watched with delight as she kicked and fought and bloodied noses. Now there was a rare thing. Even when ether was poured down, she kept standing. He felt a small spark of admiration for her determination. He observed in disgust as the demons converged on her, tearing her clothes to scraps and having little respect for the merchandise. Some of their inspections would leave bruises on her. When bidding started, he stayed quiet.<br/><br/>"One hundred," one demon offered, the minimum.<br/><br/>"One hundred fifty."<br/><br/>There were a few moments of quiet, then a bored "Two hundred."<br/><br/>Few of the demons seemed interested. Most liked their slaves terrified and obedient. "Going once... going twice--"<br/><br/>"Five hundred." Tehvar crossed his arms. "I'll take her." He looked every bit as rich as the amount he was willing to pay showed. He wore a black coat with tails with no shirt underneath. His trousers were long and black: straight cut. A blue amulet hung from his neck, sparkling with magic. "Anyone got better than that?"