Enter Devin, the Shop Guru

"Nine hundred."

The voice is smooth, even, and somber. A brooding yet tranquil presence at the door draws your attention.

Standing in the doorway to Human Consignment is a rarity... A demon. With gray skin, jagged crimson horns, and yellow eyes that fade into red, he's an unusual-looking one at that. His hair is spiky and messy, chocolate brown with scarlet highlights. His face is handsome enough if you can ignore the gray skin, but with the stoic frown on his face and the inscrutable look in his eyes, you can't get a read on his intentions or nature. Sprouting from and folded against his back are bright red, bat-like wings, while an arrow-tipped tail covered in red scales is wrapped around his waist like a belt.

He doesn't even look like the type to be at Human Consignment. It's the highest-end slave store in Pendragon, yet this demon is dressed more like a wandering vagabond. His hands are in the pockets of a dark brown long trench coat, left open over a black doublet. Black breeches end at his bare feet, covered in red scales and with sharp-clawed toes. His tail, in fitting with arranging it like a belt, has satchels and pouches tied to it. He's not dirty, but he certainly is dressed quite shabby. Even the red scarf does little to make him look less like a hobo...

So then how can he afford 900 gold coins?!

"What? A thousand gold coins!" Princess Sassy growls. When did this become an auction?

The demon steps further into the slave store, his movements confident and calm. His eyes show no reaction as he casts them at you, then to Tercorrin, ignoring the princess in his presence. "One thousand, two hundred."

Princess Sastina is sweating now. Tercorrin, to his benefit, has an expert poker face as his green eyes scrutinize the rummage sale reject of a demon.

"O-One thousand, three hundred!" she stammers.

"One thousand, five hundred... and fifty," he deadpans.

Princess Sastina clutches at her heart. "Wh-Who the fuck are you? Do you know who I am? I'm Princess Sastina Perkivo Pekorin! This sea cow is my new pet!"

"Now, now, princess. A slave is not sold until the money has changed hands, thus updating the slave seal with the new owner's name," Tercorrin says, smirking and wagging his finger at the girl.

Princess Sassy growls. "One thousand, seven hundred!"

The demon doesn't miss a beat. "Two thousand."

She sputters. Who is this demon? Is he bluffing? Two thousand gold coins is a lot even for your family...

"T-T-Two thousand... a-and fifty!"

"Three thousand."

Princess Sassy looks like she's ready to faint. "Th-Th-Th-Three thousand a-a-and..."

"Five thousand."

"BULLSHIT!" the princess screeches. "No way some demon dressed like a scarecrow has that kinda cash! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!"

"Devin," he says.

"Ha! Never heard of you! You're not even a noble!" she says, thrusting her flat chest out proudly, her hands on her hips.

Tercorrin, however... falls to one knee. "The Shop Guru!"

...The what.

"Sold for five thousand gold coins," Tercorrin says. "Sale is final," he adds before Princess Sassy can speak. "Fleurette Durendal is now the legal and registered slave of Devin the Shop Guru."

Sastina seems unable to process the sight of the noble elf kneeling before the commoner demon. "WHAT?! What the fuck is a shop guru?" She turns and thrusts her finger into the taller demon's chest. "Fuck you! You'll pay for this! Who do you think you are? I'm Princess Sastina Perkivo Pekorin, crown princess of the Kingdom of Pekorin! My daddy will hear about this! He'll ruin you and this kingdom!"

...You're so confused, but you're sure this is all about to escalate. Well, this demon is technically your master now... And you could say that this bratty princess is attacking him. Your fingers run along Joyeuse's hilt. Hmmm...