Sif exclaimed. “You’re truly blessed!”
In spite of all the pain Sif put her through, Vicky never shed a tear.
However, the sight of the men bidding fiercely to have her body was so humiliating her tears trickled down her cheeks silently.
Naturally, no one noticed that amid the rowdiness.
“A million dollars! You hear me?! A million dollars!” a man with a pig mask shouted.
“Shit, are you stupid? A million for Vicky Turnbull’s first time?”
A man with a dog mask scoffed at him right then and shouted, “I bid five million dollars!”
A man with a chimp mask chuckled. “No way. That’s too high, and not with that scarred face. Hell, I’ll hold back and bid four million-I don’t mind going second.” “Exactly. There’s no inflating the price when there’s no beauty to speak of.”
“Your money would just go to waste!”
“Shit, five million? That’s worth a night with Noel York!”
“Bullshit. Noel wouldn’t even be interested in your fat ass!”
Raucous laughter ensued, though the man in the dog mask was snorting smugly. “None of you get it. It’s for the thrill, get it? I couldn’t care less about the money!” On the other hand, Vicky was left in despair.
She was honored to be one of Draconia’s most beautiful women, but she was hung in such humiliating fashion on stage as if she was livestock.
And the men bidding to have their way with her were actually complaining that they would be overpaying.
The ignominy could kill her right then.
Sif was on her feet just then, relishing the look on Vicky’s face.
Meanwhile, since no one was raising the five million dollar bid, the honor of deflowering Vicky went to the man in the dog mask.
Nodding and smiling at the man, Sif said, “Go on, enjoy. Just remember to be gentle.”
Then, turning to the others, she said,
“The rest of you shall stay in the queue. As agreed, you will take turns according to the placement of your bid-even those who didn’t bid will have a turn for free, though you’d have to wait!”
The whole crowd cheered, while the man in the dog mask hurried on stage, leering pervertedly at what’s left of Vicky’s clothes, and her fair skin underneath.
“Hehehe… Five million is definitely worth it! Those fools would never understand how precious a woman’s first time is!”
Vicky flinched and came to her senses right then. She watched as the man approached and shouted herself hoarse, saying, “Touch me, and the Turnbulls will make you pay!”
“Oh, but how are you going to do
that? You don’t even know who le am.” The man in the dog mask shook his head in feigned sympathy. “I feel for you, Ms. Turnbull, eally do but I can’t back down now, can 1?
The other masked men below stage were certainly impatient and started to shout at him.
“Cut the chatter! Get a fucking move on!”
“Yeah, we’re all waiting!”
“Hold on, guys. He might be a quick shot, so he’s trying to drag it out to get his buck’s worth!”
“Hahaha!!!”
“Do it!”
“Go!”
“And you call yourself a man?!”
As the rowdiness continued, the man in the dog mask shrugged at Vicky. “Sorry, Ms. Turnbull. As you can see, everyone’s telling me to get things started, and I have no choice but to comply… Hehe. It’s really not my fault-you only have yourself to blame for messing with the Lionhearts!”
