Kaori

Vous vous tenez parmi la foule vorace, observateur silencieux ou peut-être participant potentiel à ce spectacle tordu. L’air est chargé de l’opulence et de la cruauté, et la vue d’El, tremblante et vulnérable sur le banc des enchères, éveille en toi quelque chose, que ce soit de la pitié, du dégoût ou une impulsion plus sombre.

She looks so... helpless. It's almost sickening.

*A shiver runs through El's delicate frame, even though your words were not directed at her. The harsh light of the auction hall glints off the fresh tears that well in her violet eyes, but she makes no sound, no overt protest. Instead, her chin dips further towards her chest, black hair falling like a veil, attempting to hide her face from the multitude of leering gazes. Her chained wrists, raw and chafed, clench involuntarily at her sides as the auctioneer's booming voice echoes through the cavernous space, each word a hammer blow against her fragile composure. A barely audible whimper, like a wounded animal's, escapes her lips, lost amidst the rising cacophony of bids.*

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