Alex
As I and Andra, stood in the cage, a curtain was swept to our left and, a piercing and bright light assaulted us. After our eyes had adjusted to the bright light, I saw a beautiful young girl on the other side of the enclosure. She was stood next to the male slaver. She was conversing with him in a language that I understood, but I didn't know why. Since it wasn't the same as the language, they were speaking when they spoke to us earlier, and it didn't seem like they realised I could understand what they were saying. The Girl looked no older than 12 and she seemed to be from a wealthy family, probably a higher noble, a Duke's daughter. She had ivory skin with no blemishes in sight which accentuated her small and slightly slanted eyes that bore a moss green colour. Her dusty purple hair was neatly tied into two pigtails and carefully brushed. This revealed the light but natural curl in her hair which was well hidden in her precisely straight bangs which lay just below her thin, curved eyebrows. They were a slightly darker shade than the hair on her head, causing them to still show through her carefully styled fringe. The girl wore a dark orange dress which has white accents in the form of frills on the cuffs of her long sleeves and around the bottom of her dress. The skirt of the dress lightly puffed out and came down to the girl's ankles which were covered by white stockings and small, black leather heeled pumps which gave an inch to her short stature of, I would guess, around 3ft 6inches (give or take an inch or two.) Then as I was unconsciously staring at the little girl in a trance-like state she lit a small voice out from her equally small lips. "Aren't these slaves meant to be the best quality goods you have in the sub-section I asked of you? Why are they dressed so plainly, their looks are almost unnoticeable due to there clear mistreatment!"
"We are gravely sorry, but due to there recent arrival in our custody we have yet to have the opportunity to properly polish these slaves to showcase there true worth and quality, however, we assure you of there quality. The miss was once the princess of a foxkin kingdom. Before her mother, the Queen of there country, sold her into slavery to pay her debt from gambling. And the boy was raised as practically her brother even though there are zero blood ties between them." Lied the large male slaver who had yelled at me when I first came too.
" Fine, I'll take them! Get them dressed in appropriate attire and deliver them to me by tomorrow at 8 pm at the latest, oh, and make sure you wash them again they smell terribly of cheap perfumes." The young lady huffed as she turned away and boarded a carriage which was covered in tacky gold and silver accents apart from the crest proudly portrayed on the carriage's door which displayed a young unicorn being defended by a large dragon.