They argue your fate

The sights and the smells of the crowded marketplace of Elohin would be overwhelming under normal circumstances. Right now you are tingling from head-to-toe with excitment from the creams and potions your captors have carefully applied to your shapely body. Your nipples strain beneath sheer fabric and your pussy throbs with need. You can feel your warm juices damp on your perfumed thighs. Even shackled you follow behind Tybard, Kint, and Obbo with a sultry sway in your hips that makes your luscious ass wiggle invitingly.

The shop-lined streets give way to a vast open-air market. Patrons of every race and their many servants and slaves hustle around, making deals and pulling cartloads of purchases. To the North is the old market, where the majority of the **** trade is conducted in a dawn-to-dusk auction. Bidders from across the land come to fill their brothels, stables, houses, and beds with every manner of ****. To the west a signpost points the way to the red light district of Elohin. Exotic pleasures await in the city's brothels and taverns. To the east is High Town, the gated district, a city within a city housing the wealthiest and most powerful merchants and visitors. High Town is where the prize slaves are sold in secret auctions, sometimes to human masters, but as often as not to demon princes, powerful devils, or other strange creatures. High Town also houses The Exquisite Academy, the pleasure school that teaches the finest consorts how to behave and please their lovers.

"We'll make a fortune if we send her through the academy," Tybard says. "Teach her how to behave and sell her off in High Town. A real prize, like we agreed."

The gaunt-faced Kint looks you up and down and shakes his head.

"A fine wench, sure enough, but not some trained plaything for the like of the High Towners. We'd have to spend more than we'd ever make just to teach her. I ain't willing to wait around. I say we take her to the grand market and sell her off to the highest bidder. Like was the original plan, right?"

"Plans change," Tybard disagrees and tugs on your chain.

As you stumble forward the fat Obbo catches you by your wrist. Tybard swings around and glares at the lusty porker.

"Not you too!"

"Aye, we've 'ad our way wiv 'er, best to turn her in at a brothel. We'll make more there than in the market."

"Half in credit," Tybard protests.

"And wots wrong wiv credit at a brothel?" Obbo retorts.

The men engage in a heated argument to decide your fate, none of them willing to give ground. Ironically, you, the sex-drunk slavegirl, are the only one who might be able to decide things by volunteering your opinion. Working in a brothel sounds lovely at the moment, but even your rational side knows that brothels in Elohin are safer than most and the elves and their magic can protect you from any nasty diseases.

As for the **** markets, it comes down to luck. You'll probably be bought by human or elf at the grand market, which could be tolerable. On the other hand, the Exquisite Academy could teach you many things and prepare you for life as a demon's concubine or a **** to some other horrible creature. You could live in royal pampering or in horror, depending on your new master.

Then there is a **** plea to be kept by Tybard or one of the others. At least you know what depravity to expect from these three.

It is not an easy choice to make.