Roccy mostly sat where she was tethered not moving all that much unless she was told to by the store owners. She watched as the various centaurs and their slaves walked past. A few asked questions about her, most just ignored her. Which she was just fine with. While she was on display she didnt have to do any chores, or any actual work. Waiting to be sold was as close to a vacation as she ever got and was enjoying the forced idleness. The story was open late in the day though, and she thought she had overheard the shopkeep say she was going to be put on sale soon to make room for some new slaves.