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failed to notice.
    â€˜A good sexual response,’ he said. ‘Do you juice well?’
    â€˜My… my tuppenny? Does my tuppenny make juice well?’ Cianna demanded in shock.
    â€˜Does you cunt juice easily, yes?’
    â€˜Well enough.’
    â€˜Turn, bend.’
    With her shame and anger rising quickly, Cianna turned and put her hands on her knees with her feet well apart, sticking out her bottom. The clerk’s finger touched her skin, tracing a line down across one buttock to her sex, then poking at the hole and tickling with his fingernail.
    â€˜No virgin, I see,’ he said.
    â€˜I am low-born,’ Cianna answered with a sob
    â€˜I didn’t ask for your status. Are you a virgin?’
    â€˜I am low-born, I may fuck as I please.’
    â€˜I’ll put no then. You have a weird one here. She juices well, yes, but she will not fetch much, I fear. Too strange.’
    He had continued to tickle Cianna’s sex as he spoke, and for all her shame she could feel herself responding, growing warm and open. Suddenly the finger went higher, tickling her bottom ring, and she squeaked in surprise and shock, jumping up.
    â€˜An anal virgin?’ the clerk demanded. ‘Do the boys not use girls’ bottom holes where you come from?’
    â€˜No!’ Cianna responded angrily, lying.
    â€˜Now there we might have a selling point,’ he said. ‘A bottom like that, and unpopped! It looks tight too.’
    Cianna said nothing, blushing furiously and thinking of the banana and other things that had been pushed into her bottom ring.
    â€˜So,’ the clerk said, once again addressing Gaidrhed, ‘I can offer you twelve standard now, or you may take a risk and have half of whatever she fetches when she is sold.’
    â€˜Twelve standard?’ Gaidrhed replied. ‘Surely not? Look at her. Have you ever seen a girl so tall? Or of such strange colouring? She is unique!’
    â€˜She is strange,’ the clerk answered, ‘also surly, slow to obey and somewhat savage. Twelve standard, unless you would rather take ten. Or as I say, you can return for the half. Who knows, Jelkrael the Impresario has been bargaining for a new fighting girl. He might take her, for as much as forty standard perhaps, or not. Sometimes a girl goes unsold for a month.’
    Gaidrhed grunted and held out his hand. The clerk gave a knowing chuckle and ducked down beneath his desk. Twelve silver coins were counted out. Gaidrhed took them and left, with hardly a backward glance for Cianna.
    â€˜So,’ the clerk said, rising, ‘I will show you to the hall. Our rules are simple. Make no disturbance and do as you are told. Fail once and you go without food for a day, twice and you are on dung duty, thrice and you will be whipped. Do you understand?’
    Cianna nodded, following him as he walked to the door, pushing it open. Beyond was the hall she had glimpsed before, a space twice as long as wide, with a high ceiling and a balcony some twice her height above the floor. A roof of glass panes in an ironwork grid admitted the brilliant sunlight, a feature she stared at in amazement for some while before looking down once more. Broad benches lined much of all four of the walls, with a second door opposite her. In an alcove there was a cluster of buckets, while at the centre a long bench stood in a depressed area. Perhaps three dozen girls crowded the room, with skin in varying shades from the rich brown of old oak, through red-brown and the charcoal of the Makeans to jet black. Many had turned as the door opened, and were watching her, their surprise evident in their expressions. A whisper went through the room, and Cianna gave a nervous smile in response.
    â€˜Find a place on the bench,’ the clerk was saying. ‘Potential buyers walk the balcony, there. Drink at the left spigot, wash at the further, evacuate in a pail. This is all you need to know.’
    He left, closing the