Emelia bids high

"40 gold to the gentleman in the front... 50, do I hear 50? Lady in red, yes! 55? Come now, the Black Reaver's pretty bush alone is worth 55!"

All eyes shifted immediately to Eilwy's nearly trimmed bush, of course. Once it had been a closely guarded secret, something of mystery that the frightened peasants wouldn't have dared to even contemplate. Now it was on full display along with the other common slaves, and it was clear to all that Eilwy, despite her power, was now just a frightened little girl after all. She shifted awkwardly, helplessly on display, whilst the men in the crowd roared and laughed and the women smirked and taunted her.

"100," Emilia the Red said.

"120," Gandalor countered, licking his lips.

"150," Deprecia said, after a short consultation with her half orc companion.

The crowd was falling silent now in awe - these were astronomical amounts! This would be a day long remembered, that was for sure.

"Come now, do I hear 175?" Slith gave Eilwy's ass a playful swipe with a cane, making the fallen enchantress jump and yelp into her gag whilst her small tits gave a pleasing jiggle. The "thwak" rang out across the marketplace. "Look at those magic little tits, ladies and gentlemen! Imagine the fun you could have taming this powerful witch!"

"200," Emilia the Red said.

A hushed awe descended on the crowd. The other bidders paused to consult. 200 gold was a phenomenal amount - could they go higher?