The Auction House.

“How about the **** Auction House?” David, who is the party's thief named Ragnar, asks. “It might be a good place to hide, besides we might get to see some skin.”

“Slavery is wicked.” Brian, playing the lawful good paladin Sir Robert Alwell, disagrees.

“Is there anyway we could free them? Especially the women?” Asks his girlfriend, Vivian, playing the druid Eaubonne. “Or last least shut the place down?”

“Are you insane?” Saul, as the fallen ranger Michael Dupré, with shock and incredulity glares. “We already have the majority of the city guards after us and now you want to **** a heavily guarded **** holding facility with five disorganized barely competent adventurers? If you're going to do such a damn stupid thing give me a warning so I can run the other direction.”

“You said the **** auction house is also a 'processing' building, and it's on the water front?” Sandra, who is the cleric named Rae, jumps in to calm things down. “Are there any ships nearby?”

“Yes,” you explain, “it's widely know that a good part of the City State's economy is based on the **** trade, both to and from the city. A large dock facility is clearly seen next to the three story stone processing and auction house, with several ships and boats tied up along side.”

“Could we sneak on, or buy our way onto, one of these boats and make our getaway?” The priestess of Saint Cuthbert asks.

“The ships, you surmise, are used to haul slaves to and from the auction house.” You give out only general information. “Whether you can sneak on, or buy passage with, is up to you to figure out.”

“Sneaking on would be nearly impossible.” Brian states.

“We only have 200 gold.” Vivian laments.

“Besides, asking for transport while not engaging in slaving would bring suspicion.” Saul comments.

“We could disguise some of the party as slaves.” David smiles.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” Sandra looks about nervously.

“That might be an idea.” You can see Saul's mind begin to scheme. “Who, according to their stats, would be the most visually valuable slaves from the party?” The ranger asks you.

“For women, Charisma, of course, is everything.” You begin to answer, which brings a disgusted hiss from Vivian. “The druid at 15 and the cleric at 17 would indeed bring a very high price.”

“I had to take a 15 to be a Druid!” Vivian protests. “And there is no fucking way I am going to pretend to be any man's ****!”

“As for the men,” you try to be fair, “the paladin at a 16 Strength and 17 Charisma is actually quite a lady-killer.”

“Kind makes me want to be bi.” David looks over Brian with a silly seductive wink as Sandra playfully does the same. “Lawful good is always sexy” she adds, which causes Sir Alwell to nervously look away.

“Ragnard the Thief, with a 15 Strength and 13 Charisma, would also sell for an above average price.” You try to continue, but of course David has to remark, “The ladies love themselves the Ravagener.”

Looking at Saul, “With an above average Strength of 14, though a quite average Charisma 10, you would be the least valuable ****, visually that is.”

“Good.” The fallen ranger who always desires to be in control smiles, before speaking to the group. “I suggest we disguise three of the party as slaves and see what we can work out inside the auction.”

“Why three?” Sandra asks.

“Three is the maximum amount that would be believable.” Saul explains. “One slaver for four slaves looks wrong. So the two I suggest that play the masters are myself and Eaubonne, whose magical skills could easily justify the role.”

“Why us three as the slaves?” Brian protests.

“You and Rae are obvious, with a 17 Charisma. As for Ragnar, his charming, but obnoxious ways would be better controlled as a **** and might actually have some effect on some rich lonely matron.”

“It's true, the MILF's can't keep their hands off me.” David approves.

“You're going to sell us as slaves?” Sandra inquires with some hesitation.

“No.” Saul shakes his head. “It's only cover.” Eaubonne and myself could quickly free and arm you at anytime, something no one would expect a slaver to do.”

“I won't do it.” Brian flatly states.

“I'm don't know about this.” Sandra looks at you with that look you still cannot fully decipher.

“I like it! Let's do this!” David exclaims and grins at Sandra with excitement. “First, all of you playing slaves, take off your clothes!”