Juliet sat in the small cage, adjusting her tattered pants and shirt she was wearing as she watched polished shoes and heels pass. A woman stopped to look at Juliet a bit, but hearing the girl wasn’t the best at orders, quickly left, complaining she wasn’t going to train a girl to be a slut. Juliet was fine with that. She did well at keeping people away. But then a man stopped and was crouched down looking at her. She moved forward and put her face in front of his. “You might want to go look at that section over there. I’m sure there’s a nice whore over there for you” she said and smiled, then sat back.
“I’ve got to get rid of this bitch. I’ll cut her price and let you take five items from the back if you take her! I’ve got everything you could want back there” her vender spoke. “Don’t trust him, he smells like cigars and cheap champagne” Juliet said.