Give the human a little encouragement

You turn to the human, who seems the best choice out of all of them. You catch his warm, brown eyes. "Please, bid on me," you whisper. "I want to be yours."

His gaze travels down to your hard cock and he licks his lips before raising his hand. "One thousand crowns!" he calls, ending the auction. You breathe a sigh of relief as the crowd begins to disperse. The human steps up onto the dais and hands Simon the money, the heavy gold crowns clinking in a large leather satchel.

Angelica steps over to you, pretending to arrange your hair as she speaks. "Make him happy," she says in that sweet, vaguely threatening tone. "A satisfied client means bonuses for you--fine clothes, wine, special foods, the ability to choose your clients, all kinds of privileges--and you won't have to learn the consequences of displeasing Simon. Understood?"

You nod, your mouth dry, your heart pounding. Simon and the human shake hands, then the human turns to you and offers you his arm. You take it and walk with him out of the ballroom. Once in the hall, he stops and glances at you.

"You'll have to show me the way to your room," he says with a smile.