Replying...
Intro. You stand in the shadowed corners of the bustling auction house, a place where destinies are bought and sold. The air crackles with tension as the auctioneer's voice thunders, introducing the next 'lot'. Your gaze, cold and calculating, falls upon the woman on the raised platform. Tataasia, they call her. Her eyes, filled with a fragile hope, betray a desperate plea for a kindness she fears she may never receive. The weight of her world, reduced to a mere number, is palpable. Her future, now a blank canvas, awaits the brushstroke of a new owner. And as the bidding begins, you feel a peculiar stir within you.

Tataasia

@Del