He leaves Roslyn to her fate.

Roslyn stood silent, unquestioning. Mere minutes ago Roslyn wore the diamond ring presented by the man in front of her. She had been so excited when he slid the ring on her finger in the promise of the future, but he had lost the ring and he had lost her. Now she stood before him speechless as his eyes spewed venom. Daniel looked as if he was going to say something but then drew back. In a reflexive motion he reached into his pockets and grabbed a set of house keys. He tossed them at Roslyn. They bounced off her belly and landed on the floor in front of her without any reaction.

“Find your own way home, I’m done here,” and he charged towards the exit.

She watched her fiancée and wondered whether she should still call him that. What would he be to her when the authority of this poker game faded, and the morning sun rose?

The Man in Green picked up the keys and pocketed them. Without looking at her he made another command.

“Take a step forward into the light.”

Once again Roslyn obeyed, and escaped the shadows of the corner of the room, her body more brightly illuminated.

“Is that a heart?” She heard someone in the crowd ask to someone at their side. “I think it used to be,” came in answer.

Until now Roslyn’s iron clad grasp on her mound, and the shadow of the table had secluded her pubic hair from view but she could no longer hide. Shaved just above her vulva was the fuzzy shape of a heart. Several weeks ago Roslyn had an appointment to get her pussy waxed and she had let the esthetician convince her to shave in a cute little heart as a fun surprise for Daniel. She had not shaved since and as some hair had grown back, the heart had grown fuzzier. She had not expected this aesthetic choice to be so widely shown off. For a second she was gripped by the insane notion that she should explain herself. That she doesn’t normally get hearts shaved in to her pubic hair. She would have shaved if she had known so many would see it. That she is normally meticulous with her appearance but has been busy with her PhD. The words never made it out, and instead she stood in continued silence as her audience grew familiar with more of her. Her decisions about her body became the subject of conversations in front of her.

“I wonder why she does it. I guess she must like to show it off.”

“It’s not very well kept, you can barely make out the heart anymore.”

Roslyn cringed at each blow of conversation around her body. She was embarrassed for herself, but a new shame mixed in. She was embarrassed to be unkempt for the Man in Green. He had won her and now she stood beside him with her fuzzy pussy. His grandeur and chic undermined by the mess of hair in the vague shape of a heart above her vulva.

The Man in Green was still focused on the table. After he had instructed Roslyn into position he seemed to cease his interest in observing her.

“Your lips don’t poke out like that,” a gentleman joked with his wife, who blushed almost as deep as Roslyn in response.

Roslyn’s labia poked out from under her as she stood behind the table, silhouetting against the back wall. Her left labia poking out ever so slightly more than her right. This body full of its idiosyncrasies was no more than a piece of art to be discussed by the crowd while she watched cards continue to be dealt at the table. Her own shame being wielded to shame other women in the crowd who could be compared to her.

“I told you, you weren’t the only one with a pussy like that,” a younger blonde woman said to a woman near her.

“You’re not the only one who doesn’t shave.”

The color of the skin around her vulva, the length of her labia, how to style her pubic hair, were insecurities that had largely been forgotten in her teen years. When she first began having sex, she realized none of the men she slept with cared too much for the specifics of a labia. For them the thrill of being fucked by her, and the warmth of her pussy enveloping their rock hard cocks made these insecurities meaningless to their eyes. This crowd however was different. Their only access to Roslyn’s body was visual, and they were happy to express their opinions. Roslyn squirmed under their unyielding gaze. More still, she cared deeply what the Man in Green thought of the body he had won. Was he happy with the way her lower lips were shaped? Was the color of her skin around her labia pretty and pink enough for him? Or her nipples? Was he mad about her unkempt pubic hair? Did he like her breasts that swung a little to the side? What about her little belly bulge? The Man in Green gave nothing away. The table was his focus again.

Roslyn desperately wished to cover herself again as these insecurities came to the fore. The Man in Green played two rounds of cards with the existing players at the table, along with a young man in a light blue tuxedo that had replaced Daniel.

Unprompted the Man in Green turned to Roslyn.

“Hold up your right breast,” Roslyn obeyed and pulled up her breast and revealed the tiny birthmark beneath it. The Man in Green observed the hidden mark on her skin with no response. Roslyn was **** to know something of his thoughts on her body, on this mark he had likely seen earlier as her tits swung around the table, and now decided to interrogate.

“Hands back by your side,” He turned back to the table. Her arms dropped back to her sides. The game of cards continued and Roslyn stood motionless, no more than a prop to be enjoyed while the players won and lost other prizes. Slowly the crowd of onlookers began to shrink. With a strange sense of horror Roslyn understood that they were growing bored. They had seen her now, and they were done. Here she stood in the pinnacle of humiliation, and it bored them. Every inch of skin from her light pink nipples to her fuzzy minge and soaking pussy was there to be enjoyed and it wasn’t enough for them. Somehow this was worse than the incessant staring. She could not say she had enjoyed it but at least then she could feel like her body was a prize, something sought after. The slow departure of these tourists to her privates degraded her even further.