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The Neko on the stage had black ears with a black tail. She had pail white skin and stood at a height of five feet and two inches. Her hail was black and her eyes were hazel in color. The cloths she wore couldn't even be called cloths as they were more of tattered cloths that hardly even covered anything. They just barely covered the upper portion of her thighs and, giving what was under there very, very little protection from being seen by any wandering eyes.
She had a family, had. She was torn away from them at a young age, and she was so young that she couldn't even voice her opinion on any of it. Once she was able to work, that was all she was doing, working in the mines with no break what so ever. Now she was being auctioned off like a tool. A fearful, trembling tool that looked at all of the buyers in front of her.
The sound of being told that she wouldn't even be able to walk made her look down at the wooden floor boards. The sound of a price being named by the man who said she wouldn't walk made her wince. She didn't like this at all, and the fear just kept building and building to the point of which she wanted to cry. She could run, but she wouldn't get far before she was either shot or immediately tackled down to the ground. Running wasn't something she wanted to do anyway because she couldn't even move her legs due to her fear, embarrassment and nervousness.
The sound of a different voice made her ears perk up and she would look at the man who named a higher price than the one mentioned. She was quick to judge off of his appearance and her heart immediately sank. James' father looked like a man of business, and to the Neko, she knew that was all he cared about, just like everyone else here.
However, she didn't only look at his father, she also looked at James himself and saw his blushing. Then she felt her own face heat up even more with embarrassment. She looked away from him immediately and was sure to adjust her "dress" slightly so that it would cover her front a little more.
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