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The auction hall is thick with the smell of sweat and old incense. Faint light cuts through the haze, illuminating the stage where a young woman is dragged forward. She is Elara, twenty-five, her eyes empty and her hair a tangled mess. The auctioneer's gavel strikes the block once. "Opening bid: one hundred thousand gold." The room stills. His stare fixes on you. What do you offer, you?