Not today white knight

"While our patron would enjoy the fruits of your union," leered the auctioneer, "I'm afraid I must decline. It is hardly self-sacrificing to offer up somebody else's life."

Wyatt fell into his seat with a slump. Oh.

"'course they didn't take it, not like this is real," said Jan, seemingly bored now, though she still flashed the occasional look up at the elf princess.

Kat slithered up to Wyatt, and laid a hand on his arm, "aw, I wouldn't have minded playing with her either, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. Still," she put her lips up to his ear, "you taking a stand like that. Super sexy."

Wyatt smiled weakly at her, "but Kat, all I wanted to do was rescue her."

"Ooh, roleplay? Be the Prince Charming come to save his princess. Kinky."

A few more bids were offered up, and rejected, as Kat tried to cheer up (and seduce?) a disappointed Wyatt.

Kayla watched the two of them over there, whispering. It was gross how Kat was always all over Wyatt like that whenever there was no other convenient male around. And what was with him! He'd bid on a person, an elf person, but still someone with a life of their own! Kayla felt white-hot, furious, and wanted to spit it out and make it someone else's problem. But she never would.

She looked up towards Lexi. Beautiful. . . Kayla wished she was beautiful like that. She was too gawky, too tall. Her boobs weren't symmetrical, even if they were fun to squeeze sometimes.

She sighed, and noticed the paddle where Wyatt had dropped it on the table. It was so close to her, she could just reach out and grab it.

Without thinking, Kayla seized the paddle and leaped to her feet, stretching it high.

A rumbling chuckle rolled up the room from the auctioneer. "Yes, the excited lady in the back."

Kayla's jaw dropped. He was pointing at her!

"I-I-I," Kayla swallowed and with her free hand she pinched her butt where nobody — well nobody who didn't know her — would see. The pain zapped through her head, clearing it, and Kayla lowered her paddle slightly, "I bid m-my life. My life in exchange for hers!"

"The fuck, sis!?"

"Kayla!" shouted Wyatt.

Terrence rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, somebody tell me when this joke is over with. There's no way this is legal, or real."

Damien just chuckled.

The auctioneer frowned. "Too vague my dear. Do you mean your life, as in the living breathing state of being alive? Or do you mean you'd trade places with her, sell yourself up here on the block? Or something altogether different?"

Kayla's heart was beating so fast. And she was still angry, her eyes flickered to Kat and Wyatt, still cuddled up next to each other, then back to princess Lexi. She stared back at Kayla wide-eyed, big beautiful blue eyes. Wow she was pretty. Kayla wasn't a lesbian, she'd dreamed of Wyatt and certain 'acts' often enough to know that, but maybe she wasn't quite straight either, because wow was Lexi pretty.

"Ahem. Dear? Your bid?"

Without thinking, Kayla blurted out: