She woke up in a strange room, unsure of how long she had slept and unsure of the time. The room was dark saved for small, lighted corner near the exit. Looking down along her body, Levy could see that she was no longer wearing her dress. In its stead was a sheer, lacy bra and panty set decorated with semi-precious gem stones was in its place.

Never had she felt so violated.

Levy had done her very best to research and to scrutinize every possible outcome to avoid situations like this one. The realization of her naivete set in as she laid shackled like an animal, stripped of all modesty and dignity. In that moment, she appreciated the sheltered life she had led. Mustering up her resolve, she vowed to put an end to this injustice even at the expense of her dignity and modesty. Yet, this situation was so far out of her comfort zone and level of expertise that Levy knew that she would have to improvise.

The doors unlatched and a guard, whom Levy has recognized as LaCreed, entered the room with a tray. LaCreed gave her a subtle wink, letting her know that he was posing as a handler. She was at least relieved that one aspect of her plan had followed through. Bending over to her, he grabbed her by the chin to force her mouth open before LaCreed took two one inch pills and shoved into her mouth. On reflex, she began to involuntary gag and choke.

LaCreed whispered in her ear, "Relax. Breathe through your nose. Take it. This is the lowest dosage I could find. If you spit it back up, someone else will come in and give you a stronger one." He gave her jaw a vigorous shake until the pills slid down her throat. When she swallowed, he chased the pills with water.

The drugs took effect a lot faster than she anticipated since she hadn't eaten anything for at least a day. Noticing this, he shoved a piece of bread in her mouth before covering her head with sack. He proceeded to explain to her that the room was a stage. The small, octogon-shaped room was lined with two-way mirrors, allowing bidders anonymity. A broken intercom allowed the "dancer" to listen to the bids as it rolled in.

A woman's voice was the one to announce her. The thick Boscan accent stirring up the nervousness that she was failing to suppress with her clouded mind. "Last item up for bid. This is rare. A young girl, approximate age of 11-14 years old. A certified virgin."

Leading Levy to the stage area, LaCreed worked quickly to remove the bindings and placed her hands around a pole so she could steady herself. "Are you ready?"

"Mmm," she replied, relinquishing control of the situation, not by choice. LaCreed retreated off the stage but not before giving her some reassurance. "I'll be nearby. Try to look convincing," he hissed in desperation.

"The bidding will start at 25,000 jewel." The voice announced as the auction began.

"25,000 jewel."

Thanks to the drugs, Levy didn't really need to give a performance. Using the pole as support, she struggled to stay upright. She stumbled around the pole; her languid movements were unintentionally seductive. To the audience, it looked like a performance. Midway into her dance, she felt someone unfastened the clasps of her bra. The bra fell somewhere by her feet and her bare nipples hardened from the sudden exposure of cold air.

"50,000 jewel."

Levy tried to cover her nakedness, but it was in futile. Her head spun and she was unwilling to let go of the pole that kept her steady. It was either let go of the poll or cover herself.

"75,000 jewel."

"80,000"

"I have 95,000"

But it wasn't until the sack was removed from her head that she caught sight of her reflection.

"110,000 jewel."

"135."

The grown woman that stared back at her was beautiful. The usual headband was gone, replaced by manicured waves pinned back an elegant hairclip. She wore false lashes, but the eye makeup emphasized her large hazel eyes. 'This is what I look like all grown up,' she thought to herself wryly. Ironic considering that she was marketed as a young teenage girl.

"155,000 Jewel. Do I hear 160,000 Jewel?"

"You sir? We have 215,000 Jewel. Do I hear 220?"

She was about to be sold into slavery, but at least she looked beautiful. Whoever applied her makeup had done a phenomenal job. It was so esoteric to the situation that Levy couldn't help but laugh. She inwardly groaned, she must have looked like a happy drunk. A happy, consensual drunk.

"225."

"230."

"335."

Her laughter brought someone out of the corner of the room. From the corner of her eye, she saw him make his way over to her. Captain LaCreed was gone and Levy stopped laughing. This man was half a foot taller than Gajeel, easily towering over her and LaCreed. The dark, lecherous gleam in his eye sickened Levy to her very core. She gagged, the man reeked of stale smoke and body odor, like he hadn't bathe in weeks. He started to hook his meaty fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"NO! STOP" she gasped, shaking her head and grabbing his hands to stop him.

"550,000 jewel. Gentlemen, this is unprecedented."

"It's what the buyers want, baby girl, s'not up to me." A sneer from his lips as his rough hands continued to slide her panties down her hips. The man was not as tall as Gajeel, but still towered over the helpless girl.

"600."

"660."

She felt dirty, knowing her body would no longer be her own. With LaCreed missing, Levy felt helpless and abandoned.

"675."

"680."

Levy managed to push him away a few times, but he came at her time and time again. He managed to rip through the lace on the sides in his last attempt. As he came back, an iron club broke through the mirror and knocked the man to the other side of the room where the handler was tied up. Shards of flying glass showered the small enclosure. She was free to escape, but was too stunned to move. The drugs shackling her both physically and mentally.

The world that slowed to a crawl came speeding up again. Lily flew in through the opening with his small form accompanied by a dragon slayer she saw only a few days ago.

"SHRIMP!" he bellowed, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN'?" Before she had a chance to respond, he threw his cloak over her naked form, hoisted her over his shoulder, and ran out the door.

A/N: Please excuse any errors as English isn't my first language.