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The undercity39s gonna eat you alive	By : RFsych101 Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“$200 gold coins!”
“$300!”
“$500!”
Caitlyn watched around her, appalled, as the bids began to be called, and felt her stomach churn as the bids kept going up. She felt a nauseated at the prospect of brothel patrons bidding on her, a citizen of Piltover and an Enforcer. She found herself at a loss for words, feeling both mortified and furious at what was happening around her.
More bids followed, as each one raised a paddle to announce their bid, with the yordle gleefully orchestrating the event. She directed her workers to attend the tables and confirm bids so that she could announce them to the room, resulting in the bids continuing to accumulate.
The one called Jericho called out his bids in the loudest of voices. He didn’t speak any intelligible dialect that Caitlyn could understand. The sounds he made were more like loud baritone grunts and snorts than anything resembling the spoken language. But because he had a paddle, and a worker at his table as an apparent translator, his bids were taken. The higher pitched voice of the yordle would follow. The male yordle’s voice seemed to have a piltover accent, although it was somewhat distorted by the mask. Pim would call out his bid in a shy, almost timid voice, with a worker at his table having to speak up and call out his bid in a louder voice so that his bid so that it would not be missed. The dark skinned woman would call out her bid in a stronger, huskier voice, not needing any help with having her bid heard.
Unable to control her anger at the revolting display before her, Caitlyn slammed a fist against the wall, causing the yordle to turn in surprise and fix the Enforcer with an expression of irritation which she quickly covered up. She was about to turn back to the tables, before the Enforcer shouted out in a defiant voice:
“This is outrageous! You can’t do this! It’s illegal to sell people as if they were merchandise! You’ll be put in prison for life once I tell —“ Caitlyn was cut off as the yordle turned towards her and banged a bony hand against the glass, interrupting her and causing her to take an involuntary step back. She clenched her jaw, silently cursed herself for letting the yordle disrupt her outburst.
Caitlyn could do nothing but glare silently at the yordle. The yordle stared back with a toothy grin, but then, after a moment of staring at the Enforcer, raised her eyebrows as if realizing she had forgotten something.
She then turned and called out to one of her workers, waving her over. A worker then appeared from one of the corners in the room and walked towards the yordle. The worker was a larger female with a more muscular but still feminine physique. Her dark hair was tied in a bun, and Caitlyn thought she could see glitter sprinkled throughout her hair. The worker had an olive complexion that was accented by a sea green lingerie she wore. Caitlyn stared down at them, trying to hear what they were saying as the worker had bent down to let the yordle whisper into her ear. Caitlyn watched as the worker looked up at her, her face hidden by a white mask with sea green feather designs on it. The worker turned to the yordle and after nodding, stood up. She then approached the booth and stepped up so that she was on the elevated level that the booth was on, and then walked around to the glass wall with the handle, her head turned to face the Enforcer the whole time. The murmuring and bidding seemed to pause at the request of the yordle, who had held her hand up in a gesture for them to pause. The awkward silence and presence of the worker near her made the booth feel even smaller to Caitlyn. She could feel her pulse quicken as the worker neared the door handle.
Caitlyn adjusted her stance to a defensive posture. Sizing up the worker, she could see that the worker was a few inches taller than her, and had more mass. Caitlyn tried to back up as if to give herself room to maneuver, but could only press her back against the glass. As she did so, the yordle had turned her back to her and raised a hand to get the attention of the occupants at the four tables. She then turned to the Enforcer with a grin before nodding to the worker and addressing the room:
“I’m so terribly sorry, I almost forgot, if you please, my dear?” The yordle said, as she turned to the worker who was less than a few feet from Caitlyn, separated only by the glass wall.
Caitlyn turned her attention from the worker to the yordle, and back again, trying to determine what they had in mind. The worker put her hand on the handle, gripping it while staring at Caitlyn through the glass. Caitlyn felt her heartbeat quicken as she felt sweat on her temples. She brought up her hands into a defensive position. As she did so, she turned her head to see what the yordle was doing. The yordle looked at her and tilted her head, giving her a strange smile that turned into a smirk, before she raised her eyebrows mockingly. The gesture caused Caitlyn to focus on the yordle, taking her eyes off the worker in front of her. In that moment, the worker swiftly pulled open the door and with her other hand, grabbed at the loose cloak that Caitlyn had woken up in. Caitlyn’s initial reaction was to take a step back, away from the worker.
“Let go of, ugh! Stop it—!” Caitlyn said as she struggled to pull herself away from the worker’s grip. She had brought her hands up as well, trying to grab the worker’s hand that had a firm grip on the cloak. She planted a leg in an effort to stay in the booth and keep herself from getting pulled out.
Only, the worker wasn’t trying to pull Caitlyn out of the booth. Only the cloak, which she ripped away in a quick motion, causing Caitlyn to stumble back awkwardly, hitting her shoulder against the glass behind her. Luckily the shoulder pad of her uniform cushioned any discomfort. She reflexively reached out to try and grab the cloak, only for the door to be slammed shut in front of her. As she looked angrily at the worker who had locked the door and walked back down with the cloak, she heard whistles and clapping as she saw the yordle point to her with a smug smile before clapping and addressing the occupants at the tables:
“See how pretty she is, with her cute little outfit! That could all be yours!”
The yordle’s comment was followed by enthusiastic applause from the tables, accompanied by more polite and reserved applause from the workers tending the tables.
Caitlyn stared down at herself as the applause gradually subsided, seeing that her uniform was now in full view. Despite the fact that she was in her full uniform, in the booth with all eyes in the room on her, she felt as though she was wearing much less.
Her brown leather boots, accented with gold buckles, went up to her knees, with an additional matching leather legging going a bit farther up her legs. There was a white frill at the top of the leather, which came out a few inches from there. The frills from her skirt went halfway down her upper legs, ending with a larger matching white frill. Between the top of her boot leggings and the bottom of her skirt frill, there was only a few inches of her porcelain white skin visible. But it felt to her like everyone there could see so much more.
Likewise for her arms. Her brown leather arm sleeves went from her fingerless gloves to her forearms. A white fabric was underneath, which extended past her elbows to end at her lower biceps. The short sleeve of her dark blue uniform with gold accents, ended where her upper biceps began. A frill covered her neck, along with a blue ribbon and buckle. The shoulders were covered by decorative pauldrons, also decorated with gold trim. Only the middle portion of her upper arm was visible. But again, it felt like so much more was visible at that moment.
She felt her face warm in both embarrassment and anger as she brought her arms up, as if trying to cover herself. On reflex, she had looked down and to either side, as if trying to find something to cover herself. Suddenly, the lighting in the booth seemed too warm, as she could feel sweat on her face and neck. The gold trim on her uniform, coupled with the white parts on her clothing reflected the light even more, making it feel like she was under a spotlight. The knee high leather boots and arm sleeves suddenly felt uncomfortably warm.
She struggled to control her anger as she fixed the yordle with a furious look. But the yordle only smiled back as the worker who had taken the cloak walked by her to the back, presumably to put away the cloak. As Caitlyn watched the worker leave, she turned to look at the occupants at the four tables, to try and gauge their reactions at now having an unobstructed view of her in her uniform.
She found herself wishing she hadn’t.
Jericho, the green skinned brute, seemed to have the most demonstrative of reactions. He sat there, eyes open, slack-jawed as he stared at her. But after a moment, he began his paddle enthusiastically to up his bid, his grin growing from ear to ear. His tongue came out and licked at his teeth. She noted that his breathing seemed to be more laboured, and his grin, in addition to being wider, now seemed… different, but she wasn’t sure in what way. She swallowed and turned to the yordle.
The yordle had actually gotten up on the table as he waved his paddle, signifying he would match any bids. He then brought a hand to his mask, and made a motion that mimicked blowing a kiss in her direction. The workers around him clapped in support, as if cheering him on as he jumped around and danced on the table. Caitlyn found the sight almost humorous, until she remembered that his excitement was coming from the prospect of winning her in a bidding contest. She blinked once, as if to banish the thought from her head, before turning to look down at the next table.
Caitlyn turned to Pim, who looked both ways, as if afraid he would be seen by someone, and then tentatively raised his paddle to keep up with the other bids. A worker near him raised her own hand, as if to draw attention to his bid. Pim looked up as if to acknowledge and thank her. After doing so, he then turned to look at her as he sat calmly in contrast to Jericho and the male yordle, his face a mystery behind the mask with a creepy smile carved onto it. Caitlyn couldn’t help but feel a chill travel through her as she wondered what the mask was hiding.
Caitlyn then turned to the dark skinned woman to observe her reaction. The woman still had the same look on her face, but her eyes were opened wider as she now leaned forward on the table, as if trying to get a closer look. Caitlyn could see the woman’s eyes travel up and down her, from her legs to her chest and face. Then after a moment, the woman, after raising her paddle to match the other bids, set it down and reached for the red cloak around her neck. She pulled it down and away from her left shoulder, causing Caitlyn to blink before her eyes widened in surprise.
From the shoulder down, the arm was mechanical, dirty bronze in colour. Caitlyn could make out the details, and could see the considerable craftsmanship that would have went into it. And the money that would have been required to have it done, she realized. The woman smiled at seeing she had gotten Caitlyn’s attention. She motioned for Caitlyn to look closely, and then made a motion to bring her mechanical left arm into view and rest it on the table. As she did so, Caitlyn saw that it was not proportional to her right arm, and was considerably larger and longer. The mechanical hand was also larger, and when the woman flexed the fingers, Caitlyn saw parts of it glow in a dark pink, almost purplish colour. Caitlyn continued to stare at the flexed fingers until they closed, with a single finger remaining extended. The woman then slowly brought her mechanical hand to her face and, staring at Caitlyn, licked the extended finger before giving her a smirk and biting her lower lip. She then nodded at Caitlyn, as if hinting at what was in store for her, should she win the bid. Caitlyn’s expression turned from surprise to disgust, as she quickly took a step back, stopping before hitting the back of the wall in her confined space. She was brought out of her thoughts by the yordle, who said:
“Oh, and I almost forgot, I can confirm, through one of my very lovely workers…” she said as she pointed towards a worker away from one of the tables.
Caitlyn followed where the yordle was pointing to, and realized it was the worker who had ethered her. The worker raised a hand to acknowledge the yordle as she continued:
“…that this lovely little thing here…”. The yordle waved a hand in Caitlyn’s direction, causing the Enforcer to glare at her in suspicion, before continuing:
“…doesn’t have a single blemish on her! She’s pristine! Clean as a whistle, top to bottom! Isn’t that wonderful? Please give her a hand!” The yordle said in an excited tone.
Caitlyn’s fists and jaw were clenched, as she knew that the worker must have stripped her down entirely and examined her before redressing her in her Enforcer uniform. The worker would have then passed on what she saw to the yordle so they could announce it to everyone the room. She shot a furious look at both the worker and the yordle, before the reaction from the tables took her attention.
More cheering and clapping, mainly from Jericho and the male yordle. The other two seemed more reserved.
Pim seemed almost embarrassed at hearing what the yordle said, but slowly began clapped as if trying to copy the others in a more reserved manner. The polite manner in which he did so, coupled with his masked face staring at her, in some ways unnerved her more than the reactions of Jericho and the male yordle. She then turned her attention to the dark skinned woman at the last table.
Upon hearing the yordle, the woman had raised her eyebrows as if impressed, and nodded before giving the Enforcer an amused, almost mocking smile. Nevertheless, there seemed to be a strange, darker intention behind it. The yordle then spoke up, interrupting Caitlyn’s thoughts:
“Now, we will have to close this bidding soon, so time is a factor. So please, don’t be shy. Please feel free to get up and go have a closer look.” The yordle motioned towards Caitlyn. Feeling her blood boil at the humiliation of the moment, the Enforcer could do nothing but stand at the centre of the booth, her hands up in anticipation of someone opening the door and trying to grab her again. As the occupants got up from there table, they came closer and stood on all sides, less than 3 feet from the booth, staring up at the captive Enforcer. Caitlyn, while facing the direction of Jericho, turned her head to try and keep at least two of the bidders in her line of sight. The voice of the yordle again interrupted her thoughts:
“My dear, why don’t you be a dear and spin around, so that my clients don’t have to walk around to get a good look at you? That’s a good girl,” the yordle made a spinning gesture with her hand as she stared up at the Enforcer, smiling widely.
Caitlyn could feel her face flush and turn red. She clenched her jaw and could feel her blood boil. Through clenched teeth, the Enforcer shouted:
“I’ll do no such thing! What you’re doing here is disgusting. And illegal. And once I report —“ she was cut off as the yordle, wearing a look of surprise and irritation, quickly walked up to the level of the booth and banged on the glass, again stunning the Enforcer into silence. The yordle then gave her a toothy grin before walking down, walking to the attendees as she did so:
“Oh, I’m so sorry, she is a piltie, so she doesn’t know things work down here. I’m sure after some time in your care, she’ll learn how to behave.”
The four bidders, looking at one another as if looking for some kind of consensus, looked at the yordle after a moment and nodded in agreement with her comments.
The yordle then looked back up at Caitlyn, a smile forming on her face as if she had forgotten something. She then motioned to one of her workers near a far wall. She then instructed the bidders to position themselves so that each one was standing facing one of the glass walls of the booth. The worker nodded and then turned to what looked like a circular knob on the wall behind her. Caitlyn saw the worker turn the knob in one direction and then turn back to look at her. Caitlyn then felt the booth move.
She put her hands out to the walls on either side of her, to steady herself. She heard the yordle cackle and looked down to see her take a long drag as she began talking to the gathered clients and pointing in Caitlyn’s direction. As Caitlyn watched, she felt the booth turn as she was being turned away from the yordle. She looked down and then realized that the floor of the booth, and the booth itself, were on some kind of revolving tray.
She was being turned around, like a display item, so that everyone could get a look at her without having to move themselves. Her body tensed at the realization, as she could feel the back of her eyes burn with anger as the room appeared to move around her.
Caitlyn banged her fist against the glass, partly in anger, and partly in the hope that hitting the glass would interrupt the movement of the booth, or even break the glass. But she could tell that it was strong and would’t break under her strength.
She felt like she was on a slow merry go round. And as she was being turned, she would see each bidder over and over again as they stared up at her.
The male yordle was rubbing his hands together as she came into view. He also waved enthusiastically as if he were a child seeing a toy they wanted.
Jericho, the brute, was grinning and licking his teeth as she saw him.
Pim stood silently with his hands clasped in front of him, as if he were attending an exhibit. Which, Caitlyn thought to herself uneasily, he was essentially doing.
The dark skinned woman with the mechanical arm stood with her right arm on her hip and the mechanical arm hanging at her side. She had a smug look on her face, seeming to be amused at the sight of the captive Enforcer being displayed before her. Seeing her standing, Caitlyn could tell that the woman was taller than Pim by a few inches, and was therefore taller than her.
Seeing them in her line of sight was almost as unsettling as not seeing them. Because that meant that when they were behind her, they were staring at her back, and likely her rear and legs. Despite being in full uniform, she felt as though they were staring through it. She saw the yordle make a motion for the worker to stop the booth from moving. The worker nodded and turned the knob back to its original position. As she did so, the booth lurched to a stop. Caitlyn had to put a hand on one of the walls and lean against it, not realizing how many rotations she had gone through. It took a few moments before she was able to regain her balance. Once that happened, her anger and outrage over the indignity of her situation returned. She searched for the four bidders, and saw that they were no longer standing a few feet from the booth. They were gathered at one of the tables. Caitlyn looked around and saw that most of the workers had left. The ones that hadn’t left were wiping down the other tables. Caitlyn felt a cold sweat wash over her, as it looked like, whatever exhibit or even it was, was closing down. But if the, event, for lack of a better word, was over, then what did that mean for her? She turned in the booth, looking out at the room, trying to find other doors or other ways out, but then realizing that she couldn’t do anything while locked in the booth. Her only chance of escape was to try and overpower whoever tried to open the door to try and take her.
Turning her thoughts back to the bidders and the yordle, she saw them gathered at the table. The yordle then spoke up:
“Thank you all for coming here this night! As lovely as this night has been, it must come to an end, and that means we must close the bidding…” the yordle turned to Caitlyn as she spoke, flashing her a toothy grin as the Enforcer could only glare while banging a fist in an ineffective display of her anger. The yordle then continued:
“Now, there will be one final round of bids. Please write your final bid proposal and give them to my wonderful helper here,” the yordle had motioned to an approaching worker who carried a black box that was no more than a foot in total size. The four bidders, each leaning down at the table, wrote on a piece of paper provided. As they did so, each one periodically turned and looked towards Caitlyn, causing the Enforcer to feel her stomach sink at the prospect of one them getting a… successful bid. She clenched her fists in anger at how helpless she felt. She pressed her hands against the glass facing the group gathered at the table, trying to determine what was happening. The bidders had handed their bids to the worker, who put them in a hole at the top of the box. She then handed the box to the yordle. The yordle enthusiastically clapped and took the box to another table, sitting down with it. She then looked up at the four bidders and said:
“Thank you so much for your continued patronage. I do enjoy seeing you frequent my humble establishment. Now, please wait in the red room, and I’ll let you know which one of you gets to walk away with the lovely prize.”
The bidders nodded and, following the worker, made their way to the door exiting the room. As they did so, Caitlyn saw each one spare a glance in her direction before leaving, causing her to feel a chill travel through her. As they left, she turned her attention towards the yordle, who was sitting happily at her table. She had opened the box and was sifting through the four bids. Caitlyn studied the yordle’s face from where she was, trying to discern some reaction or some hint of what was going through her mind. The yordle’s face was one of serious focus. Her brows were furrowed as she seemed to be intensely studying each bid. As she went through the bids, Caitlyn saw the yordle freeze, her eyes bulging so much that the Enforcer thought they would fall out. The yordle then grinned, letting out a squeal. She turned towards Caitlyn while wearing the grin, and then turned the other direction to motion a worker to come to her.
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