She's certainly a sweet-looking little thing. The silver-haired man looked over the girl on offer. Her breasts were quite nice - not very large, but well-shaped, and with just the sort of nipples he liked, almost conical. She was quite small, and there was something about the look in her eyes. A hint of fear, a hint of defiance. She still seemed to have spirit left, this one.
Carl made his decision and nodded to the auctioneer. "Two hundred," he said calmly and clearly, making his interest clear by opening with a bid higher than the minimum.