Page 103 of Heir of the Beast

I see Eltson’s bidding booth. He is clothed in royal blue riches. The man is even being fanned by slaves he probably just bought. Disgusting.

He seems very interested in Laura, though, whispering a lot to his male advisers and pointing.

A bid is in.

He bid on her!

I nearly squeak in delight, but keep my mouth shut. ~Atta girl.~ We will make him pay later, but for now, this is great news.

I see Laura bend down then snap back up like a well-trained whip. My mouth hangs open. Laura just did the bend ’n snap! I think the planet shifted from its awesomeness.

She turns slightly toward the curtains where I am at and winks! I nearly laugh out loud, which is priceless. That made my day, my week. I can’t believe she did that, and shockingly she made it look good.

She is not going home yet.

She is escorted off the stage to her highest bidder, who is Eltson. I close my eyes, thanking my lucky stars. Now, if I can just get Eltson to bid on me, I will not be alone.

I scan the bidding booths, and I am assuming the ones on the lower levels are the high rollers.

Black Siron’s booth is all silver and red with men sitting around him. I squint, seeing him casually reclined in his seat like he isn’t just about to destroy someone’s life.

“I pray that he picks me,” says a girl to my left.

I didn’t even know she was standing there. “Excuse me?”

“Black Siron. I saw him up close and nearly passed out, never seen a man so alive,” she says quietly.

“He could beat you to a bloody pulp.”

She looks down. “He may, and he may not.”

I frown at her. What choice did she have, though? I f I were picking the lesser of two evils, I may want him to pick me too.

I glance back and note even from this distance he seems very gifted in the looks department. I can see the dark tattoos coming out of his neckline, and his forearms are covered like sleeves.

Shining silver rings and earrings catch the dim light, making him seem like a dark lord of the under realm.

Makes me wonder why a man like him must buy a female anyway. I would assume they would all fall at his feet.

Maybe he likes the thought of owning someone, which makes me sick.

I get elbowed in the back. “You’re up!”

This lady.

I try to squash the nerves flying in my stomach and walk out, seeing eyes on me everywhere.

I am barefoot, my feet sliding on the slick surface of the round stage. It’s a lot bigger when you’re out here, and a lot more intimidating.

Seductive music starts with strong violin tones and smooth piano notes that mesh together romantically. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. ~This is for you, Apollo~.

I start with my hips then let my arms and hands flow as I spin once then twice. I feel a sadness in my movements, and in every sway of my body I can feel the weight of the world.

I can hear bids already, but I keep dancing until my five minutes are up.

I find the pole and use precision and upper body strength. I swing around it like a seductive ballerina, toes pointed gracefully. I am not dancing crudely but expertly, with elegant, beautiful lines.

I climb up the pole and spin down as my legs split like a seasoned ice skater twirling with grace. And before you worry, I am wearing silk panties. I am not exposing the goods to these goons.

---