No questions

You can't think of anything to ask that might be helpful, so you just shake your head and follow Josephine out of the bedroom, down the hall, and back down the sweeping flight of stairs. You can hear the muffled murmur of many voices in the distance, and as you hurry to keep up with the tireless Hyena, the sound grows louder.

Suddenly, you emerge into a huge ballroom filled with people of all sorts--Beastkin like yourself, drakarons, humans, even a few dark elves and their mystical cousins, the fae. And all of them are staring at you.

You freeze, heat rushing to your face as you remember what you're wearing and what it isn't covering. Before you can decide to run, however, the Otter, Angelica, steps up beside you and grabs your arm.

"This way, pretty Pony," she says sweetly, although her grip on your arm carries a warning. Making a scene now would not be a good idea. You allow her to lead you to the front of the ballroom, where Simon waits upon a raised dais, looking handsome and dapper in his silk top hat.

"Glad you could join us," he says as Angelica walks you to his side. He looks you over with his ice-blue eyes and licks his lips. "Damn, I may just have to bid on you myself. Imagine how sweet you'll taste after I pop your cherry." You suppress a shudder and look out over the sea of faces as Simon starts the auction for your virginity. The bids come loud and fast, just a blur of voices, and you stand there, your head spinning until most of them have dropped out.

Then Simon raises the bid to 950 crowns, and a groan rolls through the crowd. The three doing most of the bidding stand at the front, looking uncertain. One is a tall, strong human, handsome you suppose, even without fur. Another is an ancient drakaron, his scales so silvered you can't tell what color he used to be, his twisted horns cracked and broken, his eyes milky with cataracts. You wonder if he even knows what he's bidding on.

The last is a young Bull, a strapping lad who can't be many years older than you are, his dark brown hide rippling like satin over firm, young muscle. He has a silver ring through his nose and another in his ear, and gold wire wrapped in intricate knots around his horns. He keeps looking back at a golden Jaguar and a dark elf with terrible scars upon his face who keeps trying to hide his injury behind the curtain of his dark blue hair.

"950 is the bid, gentlemen," Simon says. "Do I hear 960?" They glance at each other, and the Bull looks back at his companions again. The Jaguar digs into his pockets, pulling out a handful of coins and counting them quickly. "I'll make this easy," Simon says. "First one to bid a thousand crowns ends the auction and gets to have this delicious Filly and her amazing cock until sunrise. Any takers?"

They all look tempted, they just need a bit of encouragement. If no one bids, you end up spending the night with Simon.