Winger hopped down from her shoulder and led her across the auction grounds, past the small crowd of early shoppers. Some people arrived early to scope out the wares for sale; others liked to take it as it came, checking out each auction as it came up for bidding. Several of them called out heckling comments, generally about giving Siena a try, to see if she was worth anything, or offering ridiculous lowball bids to buy her before the bidding started. Winger just made rude gestures - and there were a few gestures that only winged folk like pixies could manage - and continued leading her. Nobody had enough brass to try to steal here here, now.<br/><br/>They came to a stop by the #3 stage, which rose nearly 15 feet off the ground, much higher than the main stage. She was an attraction, a show piece - something to get the audience lusting to buy something. "Up you go," he chuckled, pointing at the wooden ladder on the side. While she climbed, he flew, and once she was up on the platform, he chained her into place against the spinal mast of the stage - arms held over her head, a chain at the waist to keep her from trying something dramatic like throwing herself off the platform.<br/><br/>Once she was in place, he flew down to the water trough pulled a curiously-shaped waterskin out of his backpack, and filled it. He flew back up and hung it over her head, close enough for her to reach if she stood on point. It was shaped like a horse's cock... no, not a horse. A very specific centaur's cock. "Suck on that when you get thirsty. Or if you decide to give the audience a show."<br/><br/>He leered at her, then launched himself off the platform, off to run other errands, leaving Siena alone on the platform.<br/><br/>One good aspect of her placement is that she had an excellent view of all of the other stages, including the main stage, and could get a pretty decent view of the crowd as well. She could see other demihuman women being put into place on the other stages, some of which were even more exotic than Siena.