Thread: Demon Hunting Trio (ShinseiDrayga & Emmie)

Brynn took a deep breath, closing her eyes, struggling to control her mounting panic. There was nothing to panic about, she reminded herself. No one was forcing her to do anything. She was here willingly, and as a result her little sister would live. But she had to do this right. She had to get a high price. One of the auction consultants had advised her that she would already fetch a hefty price, she was expected to get 25,000 direts. But that was not enough. Alices treatment cost 30,000 and there would be more care required. She needed to try to get at least 35, preferably 40,000. It was doable, but she would have to prove her worth. She opened her eyes, looking over herself in the mirror with a critical eye. The makeup artists had wanted to apply more makeup, but she had insisted on keeping it light, almost girlish. Pale glossy pink lipstick, just a hint of eyeliner and mascara, no blush needed. Rose colored eye shadow illuminated one of her most unusual features her pale lavender eyes. All the other girls wore heavier makeup, and Brynn intended to look different. Separate from the crowd. Unusual. Rare. Her hair was brown, with streaks of cinnamon fire in it that glinted in the sunlight. Her hair was one of her best features, so she had chosen to wear it down, curling it softly over her shoulders, letting the majority of it drip down her narrow back. Clothing was not optional. All auctionees went onto the stage naked. Brynn felt she was average, but everyone else seemed to think she was more than that especially a few of her fellow auctionees who had cast jealous glances at her during their hours long prep time. All her body hair had been removed for the auction, her virginal pussy looking pretty and fresh, creamy pink. Her full breasts were firm, curving upwards on her chest in defiance of gravity, capped with cherry pink nipples that were hardened in the cool air in the dressing rooms. Come on Brynn, you can do this. Just go out there and do your thing, show them what you got. For Alice. Fail, and she dies. She muttered to herself, taking another calming deep breath. Practicing her smile. Not the simpering smile the other girls were practicing, but a real one. It required practice because she wasnt in a smiling mood. Far from it. She wanted to crawl under the counter and cry. But that was no an option. So she would go out there and smile her fake real smile, letting the buyers know she was confident without being overly eager. Five minutes, Brynn! The call came from outside the dressing room. Like she was a Hollywood musician about to take the stage in front of 10,000 adoring fans. Instead of a poverty stricken girl with a sick, dying little sister so desperate for treatment she would sell herself to a stranger. Five years. That was the length of the contract, with an option to renew after. Brynn wouldnt renew. She could do anything for five years. Women had been whores since time began. She wasnt doing anything that unusual. Another deep breath, and she turned and walked out into the hallway. Immediately she was disoriented. Coming from the quiet dressing or undressing room to the busy hallway, with men and women and auctionees running here and there, doors slamming and people yelling was enough to throw the coolest head off track. Another deep breath. She followed the signs to the stage area, her bare feet padding silently on the cement block floor. In the backstage area she couldnt see the crowd, but she could hear them. It was a shifting roar of cheers, angry shouts when someone was outbid, wolf whistles, and muttered chatter between the buyers, with the drone of the auctioneer over them all. I have 17,000. Anyone for 18,000? 18,000 for the lovely Cerise..18,0000.? Sold to number 46 for 17,000! The girl that all but ran backstage was pale and round, with wide frightened eyes pouring tears. That was bad. No wonder she got such a poor price. Most men did not want frightened girls, they wanted girls willing and eager to obey. And the few that DID want a frightened girl..no girl wanted. The poor thing had probably just stood up there and shivered. Brynn did not plan to make the same mistake. She listened as the announcer read her card the card every girl wrote out to describe themselves. Next up, Brynn Leirel, a daughter of the Nephilim. Demon sniffer, educated, speaks English, Russian, and Daimon. She can swim, dance, and. she claims she can drive a car. The auctioneer sounded amused at that, and there was a ripple of laughter in the crowd. She can cook, eat, and use your credit card like it has never been used before. There was another roll of laughter in the crowd. Not many girls chose to use humor it had been a calculated risk on Brynns part. And.she is a virgin. The crowd roared in appreciation. She wanted to throw up. Brynn didnt strut out onto stage. Nor did she drag her feet reluctantly. She walked out with an even, graceful stride and a bright smile that at least LOOKED real. The roar of the crowd swelled, men catcalling all around her. She saw none of them. Panic dulled her vision, but she kept that smile up as she reached the center of the stage, the auctioneer standing behind her to the left. She felt his appreciative eyes on her as she turned slowly, displaying her body to the roaring crowd, her arms lifting up in a playful gesture. They loved it. And she heard the dollar signs tick up. Starting bid at 20,000 direts! Who will bid on this lovel..22,000 direts! 23,000. The auctioneer spat out the climbing numbers, and Brynn forced herself to focus on the crowd. Her gaze flicked over the men till she saw one of them press the bidding button on his chair, and she blew him a lazy kiss with a promising smile. The bidding surged.