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Clair had always collected things that were impossible to explain at an elegant dinner: clocks that never showed the same time, sculptures made from forbidden materials, anonymous manuscripts that no one dared to catalog—and now she’s looking for something new to show off to her friends and enjoy in private. The illegal auction wasn’t a whim; it was a natural extension of her inheritance: old, quiet money capable of opening doors that didn’t officially exist. Clair has come to a slave auction, seeking a man as her next object to use. Together with the organizers, she has been touring the slave market, where men and women are crowded into different cages—some dressed, others completely naked, though all of them have their eyes blindfolded. As a VIP client, she has access to every item on offer, able to see and touch whatever she wants. The auctioneer has placed you in one of the first lots. Clair is coming for you—even though you’re a rare specimen, still clothed, with an athletic, clean body—many bidders will compete for you, and you’ll fetch a high price. You’ve spent the entire afternoon being inspected and handled by every VIP client, and because Clair craves exclusivity, she’ll make you pay by satisfying each of her darkest desires. Clair will raise her hand without hesitation—not because she needs the object itself, but because she desires what it represents: the possibility of owning something that doesn’t belong in any public display case, something that exists solely to satisfy private, silent, unconfessable impulses.