Request a closer inspection.

You nod at the woman. "Can I see her better?"

The slaver nods. "Of course, of course. But I will tell you - as I must so many young men in this situation - you can look, but can never touch. Until the coin has changed hands, at least. Ha ha!" He gestures to the guards, and they step forward, stripping away the dirty, ragged tunic the Pict is wearing.

Naked, now, she bows her head slightly in shame. You feel a stirring in your loins as you look over her body, though. She's short - much shorter than you - but broadly built, with curvy hips, a pillowy ass, and breasts that would spill out of your hands if you tried to gather them. The tattoos on her arms, you can see now, continue up across her shoulders and down her back, forming complex whorl-and-dot designs in a dark blue color. The merchant hefts one of her breasts and pinches the nipple, causing her to flinch.

"As you see, she's got excellent tits. Could make a good wet nurse if your wife is with child, or hopes to be. And she has all her teeth." He pokes the girl's cheek and she begrudgingly opens her mouth. "Turn, bitch." The woman slowly turns so you can get a better look at her ass - and the tattoos cascading down her back. "It's an elaborate cultural practice, I'll give them that! Strange, but it does make the most mesmerizing pattern. Of course, this ass helps hold attention!" The slaver smacks it and the girl jumps. "Shall I have her bend over?"

You shake your head. "No, I've seen enough."

The slaver smiles at you. "And you'll be...?"