No sooner had I taken my place, than I heard the soft hum of an open audio line. I heard my physical description read, complete with my height and weight, and while the auctioneer’s voice was non-judgmental I blushed to hear the numbers spoken aloud.
I didn’t know how the auctions worked, whether there were men physically present in the building – perhaps right on the other side of that dark wall – or if all the bidding was done remotely. My only real connection to it all was the voice of the auctioneer, urging the bidding higher, and instructions which occasionally appeared in white letters on the glossy black surface in front of me. A computerized voice read those instructions to me, presumably for any women who couldn’t read.
That last made me hesitate, face burning hot, but it wasn’t the worst. The worst appeared while my hands were still hesitating on the ties of my skimpy robe, hoping I could avoid obeying.