As the banshee was auctioned off, her novelty - and the effect of her scream, which would undoubtedly heighten the appeal of "certain types" of parties, Siena wanted to cry. She closed her eyes, her body shaking softly, groaning softly as she waited for her turn to be sold off.<br/><br/>She wanted to cry because of the effect the banshee's scream on her, exposed to the full force of her power, and unable to do anything but wriggle listlessly in her bonds. She wanted to cry as she looked out on the crowd, knowing within it was the person who would buy her, for her body and her life. She wanted to cry as Miss Dierdre fed on Winger, feeling sorry for the lost, scared, tormented woman, and even the twitching, writhing Fae that she was feeding on.  And she wanted to cry because in comparison to a trio of dryads, and a priceless banshee hybrid...she was just some merchant's daughter, of a species that was relatively common. What hope did she have, of being anything other than an interesting side note?