The auction guests below were seated, and the wind chime beside them rang thrice; the first person to be auctioned was pushed onto the stage.
All around the stage was pitch black, with a solitary silver-white spotlight in the center. Tong Ran knelt on the ground, her hands bound behind her, her clothes very thin. The servant behind her tugged at the fine rope around her neck, forcing her to lift her head, her small face illuminated in front of the crowd.
"Wow, she's pure! Her figure is really nice!"
"I'm in, thirty thousand!"
"I'll double it!"
"Ninety thousand!"
"One hundred thousand!"
The bidding voices rose and fell from the audience, and Tong Ran closed her eyes in humiliation. The feeling was unimaginable unless experienced. She wondered, when Luo Xiao was here before, how terrifying was the feeling of wanting to die but not being able to?
The auction continued intensely when someone suddenly announced, "I want to bid as a substitute!"
