Evans pov
I could hear the sobs of the other girls on the line, waiting for their turn. I knew there must be something happening on the stage that I did not know or could see due to my condition.
Soon there was only one slave left as I continued to hear the sobs of the slaves. And some clapping from the stage. The man kept introducing the qualities of the slaves as if they were nothing but a product that was meant to be sold.
"This one is special. She was born in a wealthy family so she had been well taken care of. Her skin is supple and soft. If you sleep with her, you would not feel the rashes that low level slaves have. She is a good companion of bed and to reassure yourself a few of you can come and check the quality of goods.'' I was just standing behind the girl as it was my turn. I saw how a few old men walked towards the stage and pressed her breasts. They pinched her firm breasts and raised their hands here and there.
