Auctioned Off

"-as you can see here she's quick to turn on, excuse the pun, and ready to pleasure at a moments notice, so there's no chance for you to lose the mood."

The plug hisses as it retracts from your neck, signalling that you're ready to leave the charging bed. The Doctor is standing before a large crowd of seated people. They look at you intently as you step onto the stage.

"Of course, you will find that this newest model is just as obediant and ready to serve as the older models were, if not more. Wave and smile for everyone S4M."

You do as you're ordered to. Everyone applauds.

"If exposed brains are not your thing it does come with an option to cover it with synthahair for just a little extra more. But I digress, I'm sure you're all eager to start bidding." She gives a slight bow towards the auctioneer standing behind a small podium.

"Bidding starts at one million credits."

A horde of hands shoots up in the air, so many that the auctioneer can hardly keep up.

"One point five, two million, three, five, five point five, six, seven, going for seven million..."

The bids gradually dwindle as it escapes the people's price range.

"...ten million, going for ten- fifteen million, twenty, twenty five, going for twenty five..."

Only a few people keep bidding. You notice that two of these bidders are Sir Dorian and Lady Barret. It seems you've started a war between them.

"...fourty, fourty five, fifty million, going for fifty mill-fifty five, sixty, going for sixty- sixty five, seventy..."

Soon it's just them two.

"Eighty million!" Lady Barret cries.

"Ninety!" Sir Dorian retaliates.

"One hundred million credits!"

"One hundred and twenty!"

"One hundred fifty!"

"One hundred eighty!"

{if b = 2}Lady Barret hesitates for a moment. "Three hundred million credits!"

Sir Dorian smirks and shrugs. He's beaten.{else}"Two hundred!"

"Two hundred fifty!"

Lady Barret hesitates. She almost lifts her hand, but she just can't bring herself to bid again. She crosses her arms and pouts. She's beaten.{endif}