<strong>Name</strong>: Keilani<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Market Auction Blocks<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John Watt<br/><br/>As Keilani stood on the auction block, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.  She was not used to standing still for long.  She had watched the other slaves before she had come up, they were so still, so graceful in poise in their stance, she felt awkward.  She had never been naked before anyone but her mother and sisters and now she stood in front of a crowd of many men.  She felt as if she could almost feel their eyes on her breasts and body.  Her nipples were hard, not used to the open air and she resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands, moving them behind her back, clasping them just above her buttocks.  Some of the men openly leered, their gazes giving clue that their thoughts were lewd.  They'd come closer and read her profile.  One even asked her if she would like him to fuck her so she'd finally feel like a woman.  She didn't respond to him, looking away, pretending to not hear him amongst the crowd.  He had then grumbled to himself that she was too expensive and she was grateful when he'd walked away.<br/><br/>Then she saw a face that stood out amongst the others.  He was looking at her with genuine interest.  She didn't know why he stood out to her, he was further away so his face could have easily blended into the crowd of men, looking back and forth amongst the various women for sale.  She swallowed hard, his gaze was still in her direction.  As people walked around, sometimes she couldn't see him and sometimes she could see more of him.  He was dressed nicely, well groomed and stood tall, a man who knew his place in life it seemed.  She clenched her jaw as she looked down, unsure what she should do, should she try and draw his interest? She knew nothing of this man, what if he looked nice but liked to buy women to bring home and stick in cages for days on end like a dog or beat them simply because he liked to cause pain or liked virgins just to take their innocence in harsh manners.  Her future looked so uncertain and bleak, her imagination running wild.<br/><br/>No, this man didn't look like that.  She may not be very old but she did have a good sense about people.  Coming to a strange city, in a new situation, not knowing a single person, she still was the same girl, she hadn't changed yet, it was only the people and location that were different.  She would learn to adapt but she still was of the same mind.  And her mind said she liked the look of this man.  She took a deep breath and lifted her head to gaze where she saw him last.<br/><br/>Anyone watching her would have seen the brief look of panic as she thought he'd gone, moved on perhaps, found someone more to his tastes.  Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking, searching...hoping.  Then she saw him again and she let out her breath, coming down from the tips of her toes where she had risen to give her just a little more height to see better.  Was he still looking at her?  Men were walking here and there, obscuring her view, until finally there was an open space and her eyes met his.  She stilled.  She did not know she should not look him in the eye.  Her eyes were glued to his and she remained still.  For that moment, the world around her seemed to still and she knew, she hoped, she wished.<br/>