Yes, she buys the warrior.

"Two thousand latinum." Kenya's bid silences the room as the Betazoid auctioneer at first looks shocked and then stares intently at the lieutenant. The undercover agent tries to remain calm as she recites the Vulcan mind blocking mantras in her head.

"Are there any other bids?" The vampish Betazoid looks about. "Being none, sold to the female Terran." The muttering crowd begins to disperse, displeased the sale is so quickly over and that the warrior didn't even cum. The auctioneer struts off the dais and moves towards Lt. Nyarai. "Congratulations on your purchase." She gives a distrustful smile. "I trust you have the money?"

"Of course." Kenya hands over the appropriate amount.

"Thank you." The Betazoid remains business like. "Should your merchandise be taken to your ship, or do you wish to inspect it immediately in one of our private rooms?"

Seizing on the opportunity to remain within the bunker, Kenya gives a fake grin, "Now will be good."

"Then follow me." The auctioneer commands.

As the **** is taken away, the lieutenant is brought to a guard room staffed by three Ferengi, who again scan her for weapons, before allowing Kenya to go to the guest bedroom. There in the center of the room is a large bed with the naked warrior on it. **** by the energy manacles, he is spread eagle on his back, and still has a rock hard erection.

Producing a slaves command collar the Betazoid has Kenya speak into it making her its new controller. Clamping it on the ****'s neck the auctioneer gives a final look over of the lieutenant and wishes that she enjoys herself, before leaving her alone with her new toy.