<strong>Autioneer</strong><br/><strong>Auction Platform</strong><br/><br/>"Honored guests," said a relatively short man in a fine grey three-piece suit, standing at the podium behind the platform on which the twins stood, "the auction is beginning, please join us at the auction platform in the mall courtyard."<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/040/6/6/668cf584e8e70343bd4a646bb59f372d.jpg)</div><br/>The twins were obviously identical, identical enough that they could easily have been switched for one another, without anyone noticing the change. This was by design, of course. Even if they'd had a desire to differentiate themselves, MZ Global clearly wanted something particular. Not just two girls, sisters, that looked nearly identical, but perfect replicas, same make-up, same hairstyle, and the exact same dress.<br/><br/>"The auction company of Stern & Dixon, has been asked here today," said the auctioneer, "never before has such an auction taken place, from the private ownership of MZ Global, to the general public. Furthermore, I can provide a guarantee of quality from MZ Global, that these slaves are, and will remain, a unique MZ Global product, having worked with Chairman Iwasaki, and in many divisions of the MZ Global family."<br/><br/>He stepped away from the podium, toward the platform, and stepped up the two women. The auctioneer himself had a vaguely French accent, and a small pointed moustache. He held out his hand and Sarah, identified only by the fact that her name was at her feet, and followed her, and by the fact that the video screens were now showing her face, with her name displayed, stepped over. She smiled, and the auctioneer introduced her.<br/><br/>"Sarah," he said, "...has been trained in all aspects of business, and can provide expert assistance in all matters and levels of corporate affairs. Furthermore, she is a world-class cook, and has been the personal secretary to Ken Iwasaki, as well as the face of MZ Global's luxury car brands."<br/><br/>She stepped back, and Victoria stepped forward, smiling in almost a perfect image of her sister's smile, though not quite. Hers seemed slightly more, genuine, perhaps, and playful, betraying for the first time some differences in their personality.<br/><br/>"Victoria," said the auctioneer, "...is the perfect muse. An artistic, and imaginative girl, the perfect companion. She has a strong background in slave training, and will undoubtedly be a magnificent addition to any household."<br/><br/>The auctioneer stepped back down, and moved back to the podium, checking the papers in front of him, before looking back up and clearing his throat.<br/><br/>"Additional information may be found in any of the interactive displays," he added, "I would like to start the bidding at 100,000 dollars," he said, "do I hear...yes thank you," was all that came next, as a hand shot up from somewhere in the crowd. Numbers and paddles had been done away with by the digital tracker built into the room, the auction could proceed with very little organization, though undoubtedly, as the number rose, whoever remained bidding would be the focus of the room.