The scene begins in a auction. Bright red lights, mini yellow dots blendin in. Gold shined off old men's teeth, diamonds shined on women's necks and covered their body. Hair up and tangled into complicated patterns. Dresses bright enough to blind you, and masks that poorly hid the face, but that's what the identity magic was for. To change the hair color, to change the eyes, change skin color and change your voice. No one knows who you are. No one knows how rich you are until you start spending money. All important people were at the top, hidden by black curtains. The nobles, or no name commoners who have some money are at the bottom. The curtains slowly open, the voices quiet down.
"WELCOME PRESTIGOUS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The seller comes on a stage. A flashy entrance, of course. All lights on them. They were dressed like how you think a ring leader of a circus looked like. A top hat, black tap like shoes and cuffed sleeves. Their mask was the plainest of them all. Black with yellow swirl patterns.
"Today! What I have for you is the most beautiful and the most rarest creatures. Only the best for our buyers! For the first one tonight is-" the seller was cut off. A bright pink paddle hit the air before the seller could even introduce the spiecemen
"1 MILLION COINS". Everyone eyes widened to look behind them to see the upper part of the auction. A girl with a fox mask. The selller paused. Even they were confused. But they laughed it off, pulling off the curtain. "AN ANGEL!" Everyone's eyes widened. People brought their paddles up fast.
"2 MILLION!"
"3 MILLION!"
The auction roar until no one could yell any higher numbers. Most people already went above budget and others were already in debt. The seller finally began counting down.
"Going once? Going Twice? SOLD to girl with the pink paddle!"
The auction continued that way. Before the seller could introduce the species, the girl with the pink paddle yelled out a number. She went higher than everyone else. And, she was able to pay for it. She had an unlimited budget. Finally, when it came to bringing the spieces back home, she pouted. Her guards struggled.
"Damn. I forgot about this part."
The mysterious girl said. A guard gave her, his hand.
"Your majesty, your carriage is prepared."
The girl smiles, taking off the mask. Her skin turns paler, her eyes turn a rare red color and long brunette hair. The carriage moved along. Gold and white. Black curtians that hid the people inside. The Queen stared forward at her guard. She had a warm but serious expression all at the same time. Back at the castle, in a dark room, millions of all sorts of creatures slept. Now, a couple more were added.
"Your majesty, where would you like them?"
"I don't know. I guess let them pick it themselves."
The girl excuses the knight, jumps in her bed and rested in the arms of her strong hybrid snake man.
"William. When is Cristy coming? I wanna hide before she gets here!"
The girl was cut off, another female who looked exactly like her entered.
"ROSY! DID YOU SPEND A MILLION AGAIN?!" Rosy quickly sit up.
"You know me! I like to yell random numbers. And this pink paddle gives me too much power!" Rosy weakly lifted up her adorable pink paddle, the badly glued on glitter twinkles off. Cristy sighs, pinching her nose bridge thinking how'll she'll punish this annoying brat,
"You know what. Whatever. I kinda expected more of you. I'm glad you didn't do so."
Rosy smiled, glad she barely escaped punishment.
"But you owe me. You're taking the next council meeting."
Rosy groaned remembering the last council she went. The uncomfortable dresses, tight hair design, the way too small diamond shoes. The sore and pain filled body afterwards.
"Or, you can clean the dragon's poop"
Rosy shivers in disgust rembering when she chose the dragon's poop over the council. The poop was ginormous, the smelliest and sometimes the dragons think the poop is their children and Rosy almost lost an arm because of it.
"Fine. I'll go to the council." This is going to be hell. BUT ROSY SHALL GET HER REVENGE!