Yes

As she passes along your aisle, Slavemistress Tilxe's eyes land on you.

She scuttles up to your cage and smiles. "You're a pretty one. Climb out of your cage and go to stand on the right of the entrance to the slavemarket, ****. You will be on display today."

You {if@ arachneSlaveArousal=false}glare{else}smile{endif} at her as you climb down past her.

Soon, you are standing by the door with two other slaves, a black-haired girl who looks resigned, and a{if@ arachneSlaveArousal=false} smiling redhead{else}n angry looking brunette{endif}.

You are joined by three girls whose eyes look unfocused, arousal running down their legs, and a pair of puncture marks on each of their necks.

Slavemistress Tilxe follows them. "As previously stated, you are to be my display slaves for the day. You are to stay on the stage outside and make yourselves as attractive as possible to potential customers. If an Arachne looks at you more than once, or for more than five seconds, you are to reposition yourself so that they get the best possible view into your cunt, spreading it with your fingers. You are to take any position a potential buyer asks of you, as long as it does not take you off the stage. You will remain silent unless directly asked a question by a potential buyer, in which case you will give whatever answer you believe most likely to encourage them to buy you. If they tell you to reply honestly, you will do so."

She turns to the three of you who aren't off your heads on venom. "Whilst you are to advertise yourselves as well as possible, you are welcome to show your true feelings about your position. There will always be someone who likes your attitude.

"Finally," she says, stepping back to address all of you, "as an extra incentive to sell yourselves, if any of you remain unsold at the end of the day, you will be punished tonight. Those of you who have been given venom will be left to suffer withdrawal, while those of you who have not will be made to carry a pain rod overnight. I will then send you out again tomorrow, and if you still fail to attract a buyer, I will mark you as incubator stock and you will spend the rest of your life in pain and darkness. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Slavemistress Tilxe," you all reply.

"Good, now get out there and make a good impression."

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The cold, morning air brings out goosebumps on your bare skin. It is still early, and few people are around. You {if@ arachneSlaveArousal=false}glare at any Arachne who looks in your direction, even while your collar forces you to give them a lewd show{else}smile seductively at the Arachne who pass you, proudly displaying your future egg hole for all to see{endif}.

It isn't long before customers begin to approach the stage.