Ellie slowly walked forward towards the market square, her eyes glancing back and forth slowly at each vendor, noting what they were selling only with a casual interest, more in to get a gauge on the culture she was dealing with... a lot of weapon and armor vendors would naturally mean a culture of war and conflict, fashion and jewelry, one more of refinement and social posturing, etc. It was all important in blending in, and then exploiting, the people around her.<br/><br/>But inevitably she walked up to the slave auctions, watching with some interest as a leopard girl is sold for gold pieces. Gold was something the Hutt's used in statues, said they liked the shine of it, but only when it was freshly polished. Which of course meant that part of her daily duties were polishing all the hutts on the pleasure barge. It made her eyes roll just thinking about it. But needless, the people here seemed to use gold as a currency. How interesting...<br/><br/>Standing by at the rear of the auction, in clear and plain view to everyone present, Ellie watched a few more catgirls being sold, taking increasing amount of pleasure in watching them paraded and degraded, displaying them for sale before the crowd. Also, however, she noted where each of the new slaves came from, and where they were taken to, after the auction process. She'd been a dozens of slave auctions on Nar Shadaah, even been a part of a few herself, so she knew the girls would be held in a central area before and after being sold until the purchaser came to pick them up. This area would no doubt be controlled by someone in a position of power, who she might be able to talk to about earning some coins breaking in a few 'strays'...<br/><br/>But for the moment she stood and watched casually, watching the people's response to her presence. It was almost amusing as watching the unwilling catgirls on stage.