Temptress
"Done," said the woman in satisfaction. "Take a look at yourself." Kagome didn't want to, but she forced her eyes up to the glittering mirror and stifled a gasp. Oh my, did she look like a temptress.
Her dark locks shined, and her face was positively glowing. She looked docile, demure while at the same time her lips were a seductive red. Having been living on the streets of Tokyo for nearly her whole life, Kagome had never had the chance to clean herself up.
Not that she was enjoying this. She was definitely not enjoying being kidnapped and sold. The woman turned to look at her. "Okay girl, a few quick questions that you must answer honestly. Are you still a virgin?"
Kagome blushed at the question but nodded. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," she whispered. Outside the walls, Kagome heard someone call, "Let the auction commence!" The woman clapped her hands.
"That's our cue! Girls and boys, line up." There was a sharp edge in her tone that made one obey. It spoke of terrible consequences if there was disobedience. She then turned to Kagome.
"You, girl, will be item number 7. Remember that." With those words, the woman strode off, possibly to give the other teens their numbers. Kagome clenched her fists to her sides as she walked into her place in line. Her arms were shaking.