“Fifty gold for the bundle of laborers! Is there anyone who wishes to bid? Going once… Going twice… and… Sold!!” The auctioneer shouted while glancing at me with the eyes of a man who visibly wanted to swap places with Seraphiel so that he could begin kissing me instead. After all, I’d already gotten them 80 gold, with likely more than 70 of those being pure profit.
The host managed to depart his emotion-charged gaze from my person and clapped his hands together, drawing the audience’s attention back to the stage. “And now, esteemed guests, we turn to a category that embodies elegance, refinement, and utility – our service slaves. Trained in the highest standards of domestic expertise, they represent the ideal addition to any discerning household.”
From the side door emerged a procession of slaves, a line of ten women dressed in immaculate black-and-white maid uniforms. Each step they took was measured and synchronized while their heads were slightly bowed in practiced humility. Their dresses were tailored magnificently, emphasizing their pristine presentation without being revealing, slutty maids would’ve been an embarrassment to their masters. Be that as it may, their beauty shined through greatly even so.
The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as a mixture of interest and badly hidden lust as the maids formed a neat line across the stage. Their demeanor was calm and collected, though I noticed subtle differences in their body language. Some stood with quiet confidence, while others seemed more rigid with their discomfort being barely veiled behind their practiced composure.
No matter how good their training was, they were still human beings who were about to be sold off into great uncertainty. Whether they got a cruel or a kind master was left up to fate, leaving them greatly distressed.
The host took a step forward while gesturing to the line of maids. “These fine women have been trained under the rigorous standards of Lady Marietta of Droswick herself. Cooking, cleaning, household management, etiquette – whatever your needs may be, you’ll find a solution here. Each of these maids is a testament to discipline and refinement.”
I learned recently that this Lady Marietta of Droswick was a household name in the capital city. She was an age-old woman who leveled up diligently but hated fighting. Instead, she considered herself to be a trueborn trainer, her passion was polishing perfect slaves from rough gems. She bought cheap girls who had a simple background such as a farmer, and created professional servants out of them. Droswick was her barony’s name, but she spent almost all her time in the capital city as this was where she set her business up.
One of the displayed women instantly caught my eye, but not for the reason one might expect. I already had six diligent maids, I didn’t need more of them.
He turned to the first maid in the line, a brunette with a graceful posture and a serene expression. “Our first offering tonight is Lucienne, a culinary expert trained in gourmet cuisine. Her dishes have graced the tables of nobility, and her repertoire spans the finest culinary traditions. Perfect for anyone who takes pride in their dining experience.” Your journey continues with empire
The host moved to the second, a young girl with auburn hair and bright, intelligent eyes. “Next, we have Eira, a new trainee who makes up for lack of experience with youthful freshness. Lady Marietta trained her to the best of her abilities, but warned that she might require further training, which I’m sure many esteemed gentlemen will happily provide themselves.”
Eira seemed to be the youngest of the bunch, I wouldn’t say her to be a day older than 15, if even that. I didn’t know that this Marietta woman also dabbled in sex slavery, but that was the very obvious intention of this girl. Train her to be obedient enough to not cause issues, then leave it to the new master. She was dressed as a proper maid just for flair.
For the record, this one was not the person who caught my interest, but the same couldn’t be said about Vivienne who instantly had a perverted expression erupt on her features, with her cheeks becoming rosy red and her eyes gleaming with badly veiled lust. “She’s so pretty!” The perverted brat squealed into Amara’s ears, who also eyed the very same girl.
However, her eyes weren’t filled with lust but with a great deal of sadism.
The nine adult maids were clearly taught their places already, so breaking them wasn’t something she could enjoy for they were already broken. But the same couldn’t be said about Eira who glanced around the podium and the audience like a frightened deer caught in the bright lights of a car.
She reminded me a lot of Anna and Beatrice, the two youngsters who were my first maids. They were roughly the same age as well.
I very badly wanted a cook for my home – my six maids did their best but I craved some truly exceptional food from time to time, which they had no hopes of delivering with their humble farmer upbringing – but I wasn’t going to pay dozens of gold for one, which was what the first woman with the great culinary teaching went for.
When I first visited the slave markets of Aldoria upon my transmigration, I learned that there were four broad slave types; labor, service, combat, and sex. A lot of slaves had certain rights that defended them from being pushed to the other three types. For example, Ayame was a combat slave, at least until I overwrote her contract with my [Subjugation], which meant that while I could order her to even conduct a suicide charge into my enemies, I couldn’t tell her to dress up as a maid and service me, I couldn’t instruct her to become a laborer who worked on my mansion, and I couldn’t order her to drop her panties.
However, it quickly became evident to me that this Lady Marietta only bought slave girls who were stripped of their rights as human beings to the utmost, as the fat noble who bought the cook had a gleeful grin and was already in the middle of inviting his friends to taste the girl together with him.
How disgusting.
I had the urge to spit.
I glanced at the princess and saw that her poker face was slipping as she heard the very same vile things being uttered as I did. It took a great deal of self-control on her part not to tremble.
The head maid who told me to stop kissing my Jasmine in front of Felicity walked up to the girl to hand her a cup of tea with some biscuits, which helped draw her attention away from the still-boasting man.
The culinary maid who got sold watched on from the podium with utterly ashen features before she was dragged off. The eight other women eyed her departure with a mixture of sorrow for the woman they spent a lot of time together with, and with increased anxiety for their own fate.
As for the teen, she was too scared to even look at the departing woman. She was just looking at her feet while sobbing, which only increased in intensity when the host spoke up again.