She thinks better of it

The elf snorts with an air of superiority.

“I think your… emotions have got the better of you, Tsurvurash. I’ll not bid any more out of bravado.” she remarks to the snarling orc.

However, as the mighty chieftain locks his gaze upon your soft, supple human body you’re certain that he is motivated by more than just bravado. The slavegirl at his feet runs her tongue across the sizable length of the chieftain’s dark green manhood (or orchood), cleaning her master as she’s surely been trained. You give an audible gulp as you see that even in its flagging state it is definitely larger than you’d imagine most human males are when fully aroused. The girl finishes her arduous task as she licks the last droplet of the orc’s slimy inhuman seed from him, and he grunts contemptuously at her. As you hear a harpy voice shout “sold!” you realize with terror, that the scene before you is the perfect snapshot of your new life.

You are led down from the stage towards the orc reclining in his seat. One of the chieftain’s ornately armored guards places a rough leather collar around your neck and hands the attached chain to your proud new owner who promptly clips it around his belt. The impressive physique and strength the harpies boast of seems reflected in his recovery time as his ample endowment grows rapidly back to full mast as he adds a fair skinned human girl to his stable. He smiles, showing two rows of jagged, yellow teeth.

“Now, human girl, kneel and proclaim before all assembled here your devotion to your great orcish master, then show them all you are worth the gold I have deemed to spend on you.”

You look through narrowed eyes at the monstrous brute seated comfortably before you. The cruelty of enslaving you does not even seem to occur to him, in fact, he seems genuinely convinced you should be sincerely thanking him for buying you. As you look around at the grunting minotaur, the lecherous goblins and the sneering elves all staring at your naked body, you know that complying with his request would be a profound humiliation not just to you but your very race. On the other hand, refusing the warlord in front of many of his rivals could very well carry a higher price.