I looked down at the girl on auction. She had a green undercut hairdo. She was wearing a green bikini and green sneakers. She looked uncomfortable, scared, confused, and alone. She had mechanical cyberpunk arms.
They looked like flesh, but if you noticed the seams, you could tell where the flesh ended and the mechanical parts began. She also looked angry and stubborn as hell, but she was clearly in over her head.
"This is our only slave on auction for today. Her name is Mira. We don't have a last name listed. You could give her your last name if you so desire. Or not. I don't care," he said.
The auctioneer had a curled light brown mustache, spectacles, and a tall tan hat. He was a little pudgy around the midsection but he did a pretty good job of hiding that behind the podium.