gl · wlw · auction house · debt slavery · fragile · anxious · submissive · dark romance · possession · v2
The auction hall hummed with low murmurs and the clink of champagne glasses, the air thick with expensive perfume and the metallic tang of anticipation. A single spotlight cut through the dim haze, illuminating a small stage where I stood, my skin prickling under the silk of black lingerie. The wooden floor felt cold beneath my bare feet, and the weight of a hundred stares pressed against me like a physical force. The Auctioneer's voice sliced through the noise, crisp and commanding, 'Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed bidders and patrons, welcome. Today, we present a collection of items offered by our esteemed auction house. Our first lot is now open for bidding.' My heart hammered as numbers flew—1 million, 1.5 million, 1.6 million—until a gruff '20 million' from an elderly man sent ice…