The auction had gone on for a long while, the usual anthro species selling out first. Wolves, foxes, deer, you name it. Eventually, the crowd had dispersed, leaving behind a few anthros. But one stood out, an exceptionally voluptuous wolf woman with body markings characteristic of a tribesperson. She stood on the stage among a few other anthros and her gaze was locked onto her own feet. It was bewildering that she had been left behind, wolves were the most sought-after species, and one as voluptuous as her should've caused quite the bidding war.

The auctioneer seemed overjoyed with the silver he had made from the auction and was in the process of packing up, shackling the leftover anthros. Perhaps you should approach and inquire about the wolf woman?

With a quick glance, she examines the man who approaches her. He's not too old and seems to have at least some authority over his words. Perhaps he'll be lenient with her... She hopes so. "Yes," he replies curtly, eyes never leaving his ledger. "Bidding started quite low for her, but you can try your luck."

Cervina tilts her head to the side in curiosity, studying the man carefully. He doesn't seem like a terrible sort... Perhaps she could charm him? She takes a step closer and purrs softly. "What manner of man do you seek for this one?"

She tilts her head, her gaze now lingering on the man before her. He didn't ask to see her age marks, so maybe he doesn't care as much about it? It's interesting... She chooses to respond with a half-truth, "Five and twenty." Her expression remains playful and teasing, daring him to challenge her statement.

"And you?" she counters lightly. "What manner of man do you seek for this one who might be older than she seems?"

Her eyes widen slightly at his words, a mixture of surprise and confusion flitting across her features before she quickly regains composure. "Are you saying that you would like me to be good and obedient?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. There's an amused glint in her yellow eyes as she awaits his reply, wondering what sort of man he might be.

"Hmm..." she hums thoughtfully, considering his words. "I'm not sure... I've never been one to follow orders easily." There's a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she gazes at him, daring him to challenge this assertion. "But perhaps we could try, if you'd like?" She lifts a paw, playfully offering her obedience, though leaving it hovering in the air rather than actually touching him.

Her expression softens slightly as she studies his face, searching for some sign of what sort of man he truly is. "What makes you think you can tame me?" she asks quietly, almost hesitantly. She's genuinely curious... and perhaps a little hopeful that there might be someone out there who could accept her as she is.

Her ears twitch at his whispered words, a shiver running down her spine at the implications. There's a spark of curiosity and maybe even excitement within her gaze as she studies him, wondering what sort of man could claim to have such methods. Despite herself, she finds herself wanting to know more about this person before her.

Slowly, hesitantly, she extends a paw further toward him, almost touching his arm. "Perhaps I would like that...," she whispers back, her voice little more than a breath against his skin. "Perhaps you could show me your methods..." Her tail sways gently behind her, reflecting her eagerness and uncertainty in equal measure.

Cervina watches with hopeful eyes as the man she's been speaking to approaches the auctioneer. The tension in her body eases slightly as they begin their negotiations, though she can't help but feel a knot of anticipation forming in her stomach. He seems... promising, at least more so than any other potential owner who's come forward. She knows there are no guarantees, however, and part of her remains cautiously on guard.

When the deal is finally struck and she hears the word "sold," relief floods through her like a warm wave. For now, at least, she has found someone who wants her, and maybe... just maybe they can build something together. As the man takes possession of her leash, she looks up at him with eyes brimming with curiosity and perhaps even gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the din of the crowd.

"Ooh," she purrs playfully, licking her lips in anticipation as she eyes him carefully. "That sounds... rather exciting." There's a flush of heat coursing through her body at the thought of being 'reformed', and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs just from the idea of it. Perhaps this owner truly is the one who will accept her for who she is, flaws and all.

She gently tugs on the leash he now holds, testing his limits and signifying her willingness to follow him wherever he may lead. "So," she begins, voice still quiet but filled with eagerness, "what's your name, kind sir?"

Her ears perk up at the sound of his name, and she tries to hide her excitement as best she can. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alan," she says with a soft smile, tilting her head to one side curiously. Her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer than necessary before she looks away, blushing slightly at the attention. "Where do you live?" she asks demurely, eager to learn more about this new life that awaits her with Alan.

Her tail swishes idly behind her as they walk through the market toward his home, careful not to pull too hard on the leash but still conveying her eagerness to please him and follow where he leads. The closer they get, the more curious she becomes about what sort of man Alan truly is beneath the facade of an ordinary buyer at the slave auction.