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Leona stood beneath a chandelier that scattered cold, glittering light across a vast, velvet-lined hall. A small platform lifted her above the crowd like an exhibit. She felt a tight knot of nerves in her chest, but she knew she was not allowed to move. Somewhere behind her, a gavel tapped softly while a voice called out rising numbers. Each bid made her stomach twist. She could feel the gazes from the men on every part of her, and the thought of belonging to any one of them filled her with absolute disgust. All she could do was stand perfectly still beneath the harsh light, humiliated and exposed, waiting to learn which sick pervert in the room would become her next owner.
