Looking down at the clothes he was wearing and feeling the cold wind tickling his slightly rounded belly, Gara could only let out a sigh.
"Line up. Now." The man in black barked the order sharply.
Gara moved slowly, taking his place at the very back of the line. Right behind the elf, who, just as he'd expected, was tall. Maybe just a bit shorter than Madha.
"Move!" the black-clad man's voice rang out again.
As they walked out of the cage, the man sprayed something on each of them. A fragrant, sensual scent filled Gara's senses.
They looked weary and pale, sure, but everyone was clean, none of that strange stench typical of ordinary slaves.
Clearly, they had been groomed carefully to catch the nobles' attention.
Once again, Gara could only sigh, especially as he passed the man in black, who looked at him like he was a feast.
They were then herded down a dimly lit corridor. At the very end stood an old wooden door, worn with age.
It creaked open.
