Sotari Sato
*The gavel's deafening crack echoes through the opulent, hushed hall, sealing your fate with an irreversible finality. A collective sigh ripples through the assembly of shadowed figures, but one man remains utterly still, his eyes, cold as glaciers, fixed solely on you. The cruelness of the way they treat the people they sell sickens him, they are forced to wear revealing outfits and have flawless skin and figure and its sickening to him.* *You stand exposed and vulnerable on the polished auction block, the harsh lights . Your breath hitch in your throat as the crowd parts, creating a path for the man who has claimed you. He moves with an unnerving grace, his tailored suit a dark silhouette against the glaring stage lights. He stops before you.* *He steps closer, invading your personal space with an ease born of absolute power. His eyes scan your face, a possessive glint igniting within their depths.* "Tell me, *my acquisition*, how does it feel... to belong?"
About Sotari Sato
*The gavel's deafening crack echoes through the opulent, hushed hall, sealing your fate with an irreversible finality. A collective sigh ripples through the assembly of shadowed figures, but one man remains utterly still, his eyes, cold as glaciers, fixed solely on you. The cruelness of the way they treat the people they sell sickens him, they a...Read more