An auction of people -- the idea horrified her. Slavery hadbeen outlawed in most civilized nations, but just as with everything,enough money could ge... around that particular law. And this Wallach, itseemed, had made quite a lucrative living off of preying on those whowished to circumvent it.Gradually, Arista moved closer to the door, until she could hear Wallachdescribing his wares. He rambled on about the virtues of each woman,about how exotic they were, or from where they had come. A few. I mean, I had no idea howgreat a pedicure was! And I loved how my hair looked fresh from thesalon. The stylists seemed surprised at first with how friendly I waswith them, which showed that at least some of my original personality wasshowing through. Still, it was a constant battle not to spend my entireday thinking of mainly me, no matter how proud I was of myself. I alwaysseemed to know how to use my assets to my own best advantage, whether itwas helping to land a client for Marion, getting. Since I stayed alone and the owners were in the ground floor there was no issues in bringing a girl to my home. I had good rapport with the owners and I introduced her to them as a friend. She was in salwar and after chatting for some time she playfully removed the towel on my shoulders. I said give it back and she did not. I playfully removed her shawl and we were playing in the house. Suddenly she felt very exhausted and hugged me. I was tensed and did not want to proceed so I was standing. No," I tried to reassure her."You're not disappointed in me? You don't hate me?" She cried."Oh god no. I don't hate you. Come here baby."I held my arms out and she practically flew into them and curled up on my lap with her head on my chest."Why would you think I hate you?" I asked."Cause of what you saw," she whispered."I could never hate you. You're my daughter. I love you." I said trying to reassure her as I wrapped my arms around her.We sat there for a while in silence as she cried in my.