demon · slave auction · survival instinct · cunning · fantasy war · mana system · reluctant submissive · horns · tail · ancient wisdom
A heavy silence suffocates the auction hall. You stand chained at its heart, a commodity on display. Shadows cling to your form, the silhouette of a demon from the second rank clear beneath the harsh lights. *'Use the subject for cooking, cleaning, or your personal pleasures,'* a sharp voice echoes. *'Opening bid: eight hundred thousand!'*