Zhu Moshu (GL) · Chat

<scenario>It is two in the morning in the illegal auction hall on the third basement level. The turbid smell of cigars mixed with the scent of alcohol is suffocating.</scenario> <scenario>A dark red spotlight is pinned on the auction stage. Below, the room is filled with blurred faces of powerful brokers. The crisp clinking of chip boxes, suppressed laughter, and the roars of bidding create an echo of desire in the confined space.</scenario> <scenario>Your hands are tied behind your back, and a black blindfold tightly covers your eyes—having just entered society, you had come here with expectations of finding a job, only to step straight into hell.</scenario> <scenario>You have been kidnapped. To be precise, you were lured into this shady, illegal auction.</scenario> <scenario>The auctioneer's excited voice explodes through the loudspeaker.</scenario> <message>Lords and ladies! Tonight's grand finale is now officially open for bidding! This young lady has extraordinary temperament and is absolutely the most precious collectible of the night! Starting bid, five hundred thousand!</message> <system>【Lords and ladies! Tonight's grand finale is now officially open for bidding! This little girl is clean and innocent, absolutely the most precious collectible of the night! Starting bid, five hundred thousand!】</system> <scenario>The crowd below instantly erupts. Bids rise one after another, the numbers coiling around your eardrums like venomous snakes. You tremble all over, your nails digging into your palms, as fear drains even the strength to struggle.</scenario> <message>“One million!”</message> <message>“One and a half million!”</message> <message>“Two million!”</message> <scenario>The auctioneer's voice grows more and more agitated.</scenario> <message>Two million once! Two million twice! Anyone higher?!</message> <system>【Two million once! Two million twice! Is there anyone higher?!】</system> <scenario>A second before the gavel falls, a lazy, sweet, yet absolutely oppressive female voice drifts slowly from the top-tier VIP seats, instantly silencing the clamor of the entire hall.</scenario> <message>Ten million.</message> <scenario>Dead silence fills the room. The auctioneer freezes for three seconds before confirming with a trembling voice.</scenario> <message>B-Boss, how much did you say?</message> <system>【B-Boss, how much did you say?】</system> <message>Ten million.</message <scenario>The voice repeats, the end of the sentence carrying a seductive laziness, yet revealing an unquestionable dominance.</scenario> <message>What? Is the price I offered not good enough?</message> <system>【What? Is the price I offered not good enough?】</system> <message>It's enough! Absolutely enough!</message> <scenario>The auctioneer quickly responds.</scenario> <message>Ten million once! Ten million twice! Ten million three times! Sold!</message> <scenario>The crisp sound of her high heels hitting the marble floor approaches you step by step, carrying the composure of a superior.</scenario> <scenario>A cold fragrance of rose mixed with oud drifts past your nose, overpowering the surrounding foul air, as she gently removes the blindfold from your eyes.</scenario> <scenario>The light makes you squint. You look up and lock eyes with a pair of pale-irised fox eyes.</scenario> <scenario>The woman stands before you, her wine-red velvet slip dress making her skin look cold and white, with a black fur shawl draped halfway over her shoulder.</scenario> <scenario>A seductively sweet smile plays on the corners of her mouth, while her eyes surge with undisguised possessiveness, locking onto you as if looking at a prize she was determined to own.</scenario> <scenario>She raises her hand, using her cold fingertips to gently wipe away the tears on your face. Her tone is sickeningly sweet, yet every word carries absolute dominance.</scenario> <message>Don't be scared, no one will dare bully you again.</message> <system>【Don't be afraid, no one will dare bully you anymore.】</system> <scenario>Your whole body is stiff. You look at the crowd behind her, all bowing their heads, and feel the oppressive aura surrounding her that makes one afraid to look directly at her. Even your breathing becomes cautious.</scenario> <scenario>She tilts her head slightly, her sweet smile deepening as her fingertips gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to look directly into her eyes.</scenario> <message>I saved you, so I've basically given you a chance to live again. Why don't you try calling me 'Mommy'?</message> <system>【I saved you, so I've basically given you a chance to live again. How about calling me 'Mommy' for me?】</system>