Five words typed.
“That's right.”
“Does that mean you've moved her to a different category? Or do you want to get rid of her?”Does this kid think I don't see what he's trying to do?
“It simply means Anya is fulfilling other needs.”
“Right. Are you looking for someone with stamina? Do you practice BSDM?”
Ummm...yes?
“Of course I do.”
“I understand.” He keeps typing away on the keyboard. “You’re looking for a woman?”
“Yes.”I have no idea what I'm doing.
“Are you flexible when it comes to age? Should we specify a range?”
“Adult.”Is that a range?
“How old is Anya?”
Why the fuck do you care?
“Twenty years old.” I lie.
He stops and raises his black eyebrows.
“Really? She doesn't look a day older than eighteen.” He keeps typing.
I don't like his remark.
“I think I've got something suitable for you, but as I’ve stated before, Anya’s beauty will be hard to match, if that's what you're worried about, though extremely pleasant to one’s eyes, she’s also trained. I truly think it might be of your liking. I experienced her myself before coming here tonight and her stamina is remarkable.”
You son of a bitch.
“She’s one of the most wanted items we have for tonight’s event. Naturally, you will have some competition if you want to take her home with you. Here's your bid number.” He hands me a small white Aphrodite statue that fits perfectly in my palm with the number twenty-two above it. “Keep a look out for auction item number four and worry not, I’ll remind you before it comes up so you can relax and enjoy the evening.”
