The lead chain rattles, dragging the elven maiden to the center of the raided platform. Brought to a stop at the center, Allessia looks out, fearfully, over the crowd, hundreds of hungry faces, human, dwarf, orc even some elves, looking back up at her. With her arms trapped in the heavy wood of the slave yoke, she can do nothing to hide her naked, exposed body from their inspection. She wonders which of them will be the one to purchase her, who will be her new master. Nearby, the auctioneer begins his sales pitch, heard many times already that morning since the auction began: "Ladies and Gentlemen, for your delight, our next item today: Lot 19, this lovely elf maiden, captured on the high seas and now here for sale. Let's start the bidding at 100 gold pieces...

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Not much to this one. Practicing drawing with the tablet. Thought I'd try and draw something from a slightly different angle as well.