The guests don't want

The atmosphere in the room was charged with a ravenous energy. The success of the auction had intoxicated the guests, pushing their audacity beyond the objects themselves. A burly man, his tie askew and eyes glinting with **** and excitement, raised his voice above the murmur.

"May, this has been incredible!" he exclaimed, a smile not concealing his intentions. "But a memory is... impersonal. How about we auction something more? I'll double what I paid for the costume! I want an hour alone with the mermaid!" His voice was thick, loaded with an intent that chilled Magi's blood.

As if a dam had broken, two other guests jumped on the idea, competing with each other and addressing Lara and Cloe.

"I bid on the blonde! My offer is double what all her garments are worth together!"

"The redhead is mine! Name your price, May!"

For a moment, absolute panic seized the three girls. Lara took a step back, as if she could hide behind her own nakedness. Cloe, already completely exposed, crossed her arms over her chest with **** ****. Magi held her breath, feeling the situation spiral beyond any imaginable control, plunging into an even deeper nightmare.

But then, May raised a hand. His gesture was not violent, but one of absolute and unquestionable authority. The smile never left his lips, but his eyes turned cold as steel.

"Gentlemen, ladies," he said, and his voice, calm but cutting, immediately silenced the room. "I truly appreciate you all. Your enthusiasm is the highest compliment for the quality of our... experiences." He paused deliberately, letting his gaze sweep over each guest, a chilling reminder of who was in command. "But there are lines that are not to be crossed. This is an art gallery, not a brothel. You have acquired memories, not people. The evening has concluded."

A murmur of disappointment rippled through the crowd, but no one dared to defy him. The firmness in his tone and the dangerous calm in his eyes were more effective than a shout. With an almost imperceptible gesture, May indicated to a nearby security guard to approach.

"The event is over," May repeated, this time with a coldness that admitted no reply. "I thank you for your generosity. You can collect your... acquisitions... at the exit."

The guests, somewhat sobered by the rejection but still euphoric from their purchases, began to disperse, murmuring among themselves and casting one last look at the girls.