The first is put up for auction.

There is a stirring as the auctioneer arrives, the music quieting, the lights dimming to illume him as he exits a curtained alcove. He has a small podium that he stands behind and produces a gavel. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Vanilla Alternative’s nightly **** auction. Now as you know all proceeds go towards ensuring that your experience here is a memorable one. So please feel free to bid generously as whatever you spend is returned to you the buyer in other ways.” He turns and waves a hand at the first girl under the spotlight, you see she has angel wings and a halo atop her head. As the lights blaze upon her you, Saya and the male **** are led back behind the curtain under the shadow of darkness.

“Lot 1. Sylvia. A little angel that will dance upon the head of a pin to any tune you want...” he begins as staff start to outfit you and the others, starting with a blindfold and then some kind of harness strapped about your chest and leather cuffs about your ankles with a length of bar that holds them apart. Your nethers are more exposed. You try to imagine what it is you are wearing and blush helplessly, juices coating your thighs and cooling them.