You're put up in front a pack of demons.

You spend a few weeks in the dungeon of the slavers.

It's cold, dark and wet. The rough metal of your manacles rub your wrists raw. The stink is nigh unbearable.
Every-so often, one of your fellow prisoners is dragged from the cells. Some fight against their captors, kicking and screaming as they are led down the hall to their fate. Others have lost the will to do anything to defend themselves.
Soon, your time comes.

A pair of orcs come up to your cell and unlock the door. One guards the opening as the other steps inside.
"That one. They'll love 'er." The guard says, pointing at you.
You weakly throw up your hands in protest as the orc picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.
You're carried through a series of dimly lit passageways. The orc steps into a small room and sets you in front of a big red curtain. Behind the curtain, the collective murmuring of a group of people can be heard.
A tall elf and a short goblin emerge from the corner of the room. The elf is reading from a short scroll.
"Mnh, you aren't too much to get excited over, are you?" He says.
"What...?" You say meekly.
"I mean, you're damn fine to look at but with your background...?"
"Ah well, they're demons, what do they care? Tir, Clean her up." He gestures to the goblin.
The goblin climbs onto your body, the small creature scampering up your back. He pulls out a comb from the satchel slung around his waist and starts to run it through your hair.

When the goblins work is done, the elf shoos him away. Then, he leads you through a gap in the curtain.
As you step onto the stage, you are shocked at what you see.
Crowded in front of you is a pack of demons.
You never really believed in the hell-kin. You heard the stories, yes, but you had never seen one until today. They were repulsive. Tall, thin creatures, with dark red skin stretched tight over their bones. Their mouths were filled with sharp fangs, their eyes sunken and glowing bright yellow. On their heads, a pair of horns spun into a spiraling point.
And what made it worse is that none of them were wearing any clothes. They were all men and their cocks hung from their bodies without any shame. A few were stroking themselves at the sight of you.

The elf reaches center stage and addresses the crowd.
"Good Morning, gentlemen! How are we today?!"
The demons cheer.
"Good, good... Are we ready to begin."
Another cheer, louder than the last.
"Excellent! Because I have a fine specimen for you all today!"
The elf gestures toward you.
"This fine young thing is named Mell. She is a poor young girl from the beautiful beaches of Grant. She's fresh, she's hardy, she's can go for hours! They don't raise shrinking violets on the coast I can tell you that!"
Several members of the crowd laugh at this.
"Now, it's worth noting that her father has set a sizable reward for her return. However, it's about twice as much as you'll be paying for her, so it's a win-win! Speaking of which..."
"The bidding starts at 100 Gil!"

The bidding war is intense. You must have made a good impression because the room is raucous with the back and forth of rising prices. Over time, your value increases and the bidders begin to fall silent.
"400! 450! 500!"
But it's one voice that silences the rest.
"2000!"A voice in the back of the crowd, rougher and deeper than the rest. They all turn to spot him. A demon that was a least a head taller than the rest. Whispers erupt around the room.
"Royvis? The Hidden are here?"
The elf perks up.
"Sir Royvis? Are you really paying that much for this girl?"
The demon pushes through the crowd.
"I am. She is... important."
The elf seems to have nothing to say to this.
"Very well. Bidding is closed! The girl goes to Sir Royvis for 2000 Gil!"