Siena's throat was burning, and from the looks of it, there would be time yet before she went on sale, surely one of the more interesting items would be told. She hated herself for it, but she was going mad with thirst, and she arched her neck up, sucking slightly at the lewdly shaped waterskin. Just enough to wet her lips.<br/><br/>Instead, as she started to lose herself once more to just staring off into the market, Bengal announced it was her he was selling next. And revealed why she was a centerpiece auction. Her eyes widened, and she made a confused little noise, wriggling in her bonds. She had no idea if this was just a ploy, a fictional story spun by Bengal to make a pretty little catkin girl who might have fetched a decent price as a brothel slave into a premium product, or if this was...real. If she was some trophy, daughter of royalty, reduced to a human plaything. Still looking shocked, she realized she was being spoken to.<br/><br/>"Y...Yes. I haven't been touched." Her eyes lowered slightly. "Before or after I was taken." There had always been the<em>threat</em>of rape in Bengal's camp, but it had never moved beyond that - and now she understood why.