Valia squirmed as she tried to shield her naked body from the leering gazes of the crowd, but the wetness leaking down her thighs belie the excitement within. A large group has gathered in the hall, whispering among themselves. Next to her was an oaken table, covered with a plain white sheet and slightly raised on the side furthest to the crowd. Next to it, further still from Valia, was the auctioneer.
"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, step right up!" yells the auctioneer, slamming his gavel down on his podium, "have we got a treat for you!"
"Here with us today is Velia, a bee-yutiful drow rogue, all 6-foot of love-a-ly lavender skin and milky hair!" Shouted the man, "And she has asked to auction off a few of her most precious items, right here in our very own auction hall!" He exclaims.
"That's right," the man continues, "for today only, a few lucky bidders could bring home their very own..." his voice trails off as he whisks the white cloth off the table in one swift motion, revealing a collection of five panties held down with tape underneath it. "Used drow panties!" exclaimed the man.
The panties are a diverse sort, differing in color, type and material. There's one made out of lace, satin, drow-weaved cotton, and another from a leathery material. Why, there's even one that's hardly looks more than a few strands of string.
"You see, folks, Valia here is one hell of an ex-he-betionist," explained the auctioneer, causing Velia to blush lightly. "And, for a little coin, she'll let you have one of her precious undergarments!"
"She claims that all of these panties are yet to be washed, and that some has even seen days, if not weeks of wear! Why, between me and you," he leaned into the podium, one hand next to his mouth, "one of them is freshly worn! Taken off just before the auction!"
The crowd breaks into a loud murmur, as eyes moved back and forth between Valia and the table.
"Well, enough talk!" the auctioneer boomed, "Who wants to make an initial bid?