"Oh my my!  She is a gorgeous creature indeed!"  Alistair poked and prodded at the girl as she layed in the man's arms.  "She's a little street tramp, but still a great little specimen.  Of course, she could have all sorts of diseases.  And how are we supposed to know she's a virgin?"  He poked through her hair as if checking for her lice.   He hooked a finger into her gag and pulled it out of her mouth, "Are you a virgin, my dear?  I'd sincerely hate to have my father overpay for a common street whore."<br/><br/><br/>"I'll give two hundred pounds for her but not schilling more!"  He turned his back to the man and the girl until he reluctantly accepted his offer.  "Take her to the living room, set her on the couch.  She can wait there.  Until more of our, ahem, guests arrive."   The footman set her on the couch and Alistair put his head under her head, pushing her upright so she sat tied up.  "Come now, let the poor girl sit!  What are we barbarians?"