You're put up for sale

The demon takes a moment to think about Ezro's proposition. "Sure, put her up, too," Mar'aath eventually replies, much to your shock. "As much as I'd like to keep her for myself, a virgin human as fine as her will fetch a nice price." The shopkeeper's eyes go wide. He apparently didn't expect Mar'aath to give in so easily. Your mouth hangs open, dumbfounded at the casualness with which the demon has put you up for auction. After the shock wears off, Ezro begins scribbling furiously in his notebook, mumbling to himself and asking several questions to fill out his notes. You cannot help but be confused and disappointed. From your seated position, you can only stare longingly at Mar'aath's dick, confused and disappointed that you will never be able to experience the bliss of having it fill you. When Ezro asks for your name, Mar'aath goes silent, realizing he hasn't asked for your name, either.

"Rosa," you quietly reply. "My name is Rosa." You can barely squeak out the words, offering up one last assertion of yourself before you are offered to yet another owner.

"Current name: Rosa," Ezro repeats as he adds the information to his notebook. You cannot help but worry about one of his words: current. That one word carries with it the dread that even that part of your identity might be taken from you.

When Ezro again clicks the button under his desk and the blue-skinned woman comes out to take you, you go with her without any fuss. You know you don't really have a choice in the matter, and you might as well make it easier. As you come in step behind her, you try to make out what awaits you through the open door. Though the lobby is dim compared to the bustle outside, the back room is even dimmer still, almost pitch black, and you cannot make out anything until you actually step through it.