Scott and Drex walked out of the corridor and into a large room with many booths set up. Where there weren't booths there were auctioneer platforms where you could see demihumans being sold off left and right. It was deplorable. "Welcome to the Demihuman arena. Please, my booth is over this way," said Drex, smelling an opportunity.
Drex lead Scott into a tent filled with cages, wasting no time to bring you to the larger species in the center of the tent. "We have many species for sale. We have minotaurs, dragon newts, mammoths, and many more. Since you said you work on a farm, I have three slaves in mind. Here they are."
In the first cage was a minotaur, a female with the lower half of a cow and the upper half of a human. She sat on her bottom in the center of the cage, mindlessly combing her brown and blonde hair with her fingers. She tried to hide it, but she looked at you with disgust as you walked up to the cage with Drex. "This is our lovely minotaur, Ceria, one of our most recently obtained slaves. She is 6'8 and 500lbs. We found her out exploring one night, running away from her village. She was covered in cuts when we came across her. She ran to us panicked, said her name, and explained that she needed help as her village had been invaded by orcs. We subdued her fast and took her in, healed her wounds, and here she is. We tried to get more information out of her, but she doesn't trust us, no surprise there. Expect some resistance with her, but we have a remedy for that, heh."
The second cage had a centaur. A very young stallion curled up in the center of the cage taking a nap. "Here is a young lad, his name if Percious, like the Greek hero. He is about 5'4 and 350lbs, 16 years old. He isn't very strong, but he's proven to be smart as a whip. He still has plenty of time to grow up into something amazing, so it's up to you if you want to invest in him. His parents weren't happy to have him around. He was abused as a child and they eventually sold him to me about a year ago. We have been taking care of him since. Most people don't want to take care of children so it's been tough. However, you are looking for farm help, so you may want him."
The final cage contained an Anatolian Shepherd dog girl. She was incredibly alert and staring you and Drex down mystically. "This is Azra. She's 6'2 and 200lbs. We found her abandoned in an ally way as a puppy. We took her in and raised her ourselves 18 years ago. We taught her all she would ever need to know on how to be a slave. She loves the idea of being one. I think she enjoys the concept of being a slave a little too much. She's very fast, energetic, and loyal to a fault. She can be a little simple at times as well."
Scott carefully pondered his options. There was the tall and muscular Ceria. Being a minotaur she was naturally well endowed, a detail Drex left out on purpose. In addition to her large bust, she sported horns and a tail. If you managed to get past her ample chest, she was quite muscular, a benefit for what you needed for the farm. The only issue could be her resentment towards humans after what happened to her. There was also that centaur Percious, poor child. His parents had bigger plans for him that fell short and they treated him like trash for it. You couldn't get an idea of his personality, all you knew that he was smart but weak. He would be an investment, so you needed to be patient. Finally, there was a dog girl Azra, very eager to be a slave. While you were looking for something strong, and she was a slender one, that loyalty could be a very helpful tool.
"I've made my choice Drex, I'll take _____."
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