The market of Venezia

If you want to get some women, there's no better place to buy for 500 miles at least than Venezia. All the major **** trade routes pass through the great trade city before splitting off. The market size has shrunk since the Holy Father outlawed the sale of believers, but there are still plenty of nonbelievers for sale. You set off with some of your best finance men to the lands to the south. After a week of travel, you reach the northern shore of the Illyrian Sea and charter a boat to the floating metropolis. You marvel at the channels and little lagoons separating the city blocks, filed with boats of all sizes except the largest trade and warships, which go to dock at the wide harbor. It is completely unlike anything you've seen in your landlocked realm. You disembark with your entourage and head to the Merchant Quarter. Peoples from all over the world are there, speaking a variety of strange tongues. Men of different colors, clothes and religions barter goods and livestock, change coins, sets weights on scales, yell angrily at each other, etc. You know, all the famous mercantile pastimes. It's difficult to push through the swirling mass of bodies, and finding your way is difficult since you don't speak the local dialect.

After much confused running in circles, you finally hear the call of the **** market. You rush over to see a raised platform. A middle-aged little Hebrew in extravagant vestments stands at one end of the auction block. He calls out a welcome in several different tongues, gesticulating as he talks, one after the other as a crowd on buyers and onlookers forms. You secure a spot with your advisers and wait for the auction to begin.

You wait, sweating in the sun as the auction goes through the sale of male slaves. The breeze fro, the water helps keep you keep, but it's incredibly boring. After almost two hours of not wanting to lose your spot, the male auction ends. One of your men taps your shoulder, and tells you that they will handle purchases, you only need to tell them which ones you want. You nod, and the Hebrew takes center stage as the female auction is about to begin. "Now," he says, "I know this is what you've all been waiting for. We have many lovely ladies for sale today, so be patient." He bows, then moves to the side as a string of women take the stage. The Hebrew goes to each, and on his command they twirl to show their assets before he gives an introduction to each. You zone out over the unexceptional ones, but the prettier ones catch your attention. There are may exotic beauties on display.

He introduces a Romani woman, Fawnie. She was made a **** when her band was arrested for vagrancy. Her skin has a dark tan, and her hair is black, long, and somewhat frizzy. You can't see from here, but the auctioneer praises her beautiful green eyes to the crowd. She is tall and curvaceous, with large breasts and narrow hips.

Next is a woman from the Saracens of Iberia, named Fatima. She was captured as war booty when her hometown was reconquered by Iberian believers. Her skin is a shade lighter than Fawnie's, and her hair is a bit straighter. Her nose is more like a Saracen's, short and down-turned. Her breasts are smaller than the former's, though they are not small, and they complement the soft curving of her body. Her ass is plentiful, inviting you to grab it. The word "nubile" comes to mind.

One rarer prospect is a Tatar woman of the steppes, named Zilya. You find it hard to pity her, though she has done nothing wrong, as her people are famed for their slaving raids on others. This time the shoe is on the other foot. Her hair is light, as is her skin. She looks like she could be a neighbor to your country, except there is a hint of Asiatic origin in her eyes and bone structure. She has the largest breasts of the girls, proportional with a stout, broad figure.

The final girl who stands out is a Sclavene named Elena. Like is so often the case of her widespread and unfortunate people, she was taken as a **** by one of the countless raiders into her homelands. Her face is beautiful, and it saddens you that she's here. Her skin and hair are the lightest of all, and she is short. Her build is thin, with small, pert breasts and a cute ass.

To the disappointment of the crowd, you end up buying all of these girls. There are plenty left though, and you do pick up some less exceptional slaves as well. After all, you're running a brothel, so you'll need plenty of women. And you just might end up saving the first 4 for yourself anyways.