“Who says I’m a virgin?”
“The doctor will,” the handler said, hauling her into a low slung building with a shimmering blue cross hovering above it.
“I want a certificate of purity,” he grunted at the lady behind the counter.
“I can tell you now, he’s not pure,” Eris quipped. The woman smirked. The trader slapped Eris’ butt again, making it burn like blazes.
“Watch the merchandise,” she yelped. The slaps were starting to add up and get damn painful. If he kept it up, she was going to have to consider actually behaving herself. “Nobody is going to want me if you thrash my ass off.”
“I need a certificate for this one,” the trader said. “And a gag.”