In the Auction Prep Hall, deep down in the Below Ground, the long, dark hallway smelled strongly of perfume and fresh paint. One side was lined with cages that looked like fancy hotel rooms gone wrong, with no real walls, just see-through glass, velvet beds, and locked doors.
Aylin was led into one of these rooms by two female handlers dressed like hotel staff, but with creepy masks covering their faces. She didn't bother to put up a fight; staying alert was her top priority.
They took her clothes off, but this time they did it slowly, almost like it was some twisted show. One of them put a snug black satin corset on her, and the other clipped a shiny gold tag to her wrist with "Lot 19" written on it.
Then came the mask, a delicate black lace piece that covered her eyes while making her bright red lips stand out. Her hair was styled in soft, flowing curls that hung over her shoulders.
